I realized she was grinning at me."What?" I asked her."You just want to get in my panties, I know it." Oh my god, shut up!" I hit her with my backpack...in protest, but it was her way of peaking the tension by being shocking.That night, we were laying in my bed in our shared room, with our faces really close. I could feel her body all up and down mine. She started to stroke my hair. It was nice ,but a little awkward. I took a sniff. "Your breath smells minty." And, you're stalling." Yes I am. I. ..before again forcing my face down into the fabric.He did this 5, maybe 6 times....obviously gaining real joy each time I gasped for breath, his cock seemed to grow harder in me. 7 times....8, on the ninth he pulled me upright, and whispered into my ear...."I'm not wasting my cum in your asshole slut, this load is going in your mouth,...now is that ok?" I nodded weakly.He pulled out of me....I felt my ass shrink back, for a second I thought I had shit myself. He stood and stepped to my side,. .in pleasure.“Constance, he’s a natural, is it that I might learn from him?”The unreasoning of my actions is abhorrent. Yet they feel sown to my soul.Alphonse and Constance pleasure themselves with their objects. Mine speaks.“Upon the ramparts of your eyes I see your good nature. Allow me to pleasure you as is natural for a woman to pleasure a man. I could use my mouth if you so choose good sir.”There’s a loud noise of something breaking. The servants yell, “The Committee. Robespierre!”A squad. " She got out of bed, got her tea mug and opened her dorm door, looking up and down the vacant hall before exiting in her pajamas. I tracked her with my sense. She was back a moment later from the water fountain with a full mug. She placed it on the nightstand and sat back down on the bed. Her knees were almost touching mine, and there was no fear in her gaze at me. I thought these were extremely hopeful signs."Freeze it," she said simply.I stared at the mug for a second. It was an expensive,.