The pad was far enough back, that he wondered if they could cover a vagina and an ass opening at the same time. He laid down in his bed. His bedroom w...s private, so he always dressed like a woman here. Tonight he was wearing black leggings and a pink t-shirt. And his pad-lined panties. He didn’t know if any women regularly used leggings as pajamas, but he did know that these were comfortable as fuck. Did women ever use pads to protect their panties from their asses? He didn’t know. His ass. I can fix that. This, I can fix, too, because I know what’s going on before it happens.”A week and a half later, he’s telling us that having a federal prosecutor asking about a case that shouldn’t be receiving that kind of attention is causing some questions to float around.“Some people I know are seeing things get some attention, folks,” he said. “Like just maybe there’re charges being worked up.”“I want him charged. I want him tried. I want him in jail,” I said with as resolute a tone as I. After this week, the candidates travelled to the TWA campus facilities and would be submerged immediately in the intensive carnal curriculum. The lectures and practical exercises were dedicated to perfecting their sexual talents, bodies and souls. Hesitation was intolerable. Yet despite the typical sophistication of the incoming group, Zack had been forewarned about a bothersome circumstance. One transferee was still a virgin. Vivienne was a tall redheaded sophomore with a breath-taking body. Before I could work up the nerve to do anything, he gripped my head firmly in one hand, pulling me forward, and was guiding his cock into my mouth with the other. The soft tip of his fat penis pushed my lips apart. I felt and tasted the wet, pungent precum on my tongue. I tried to put my hands on his thighs and push away but he overpowered me."You're not going anywhere 'til this is over so just let it happen," he said, pressing his cockhead more insistently against my teeth and lips. "Now, open.