I walked past him into the room he was standing outside of, without touching him. I sat down on the edge of the black double bed in the room and got h...rd as he followed me in and locked the door. There was no thought from either of us about my pleasure as he walked up to me and undid his towel and let it fall to the ground.His dick was about 5 1/2 inches long and of average thickness. He had flat abs with a nice six pack. I tried to give him a sensuous lick job but he was not having a bar of. She collapsed on to the bed, exhausted from pleasure. I let her catch her breath before taking the paddle to her round bottom. I took the paddle in my hand. It was the shape and size of those used in table tennis, but with a difference. While the sport’s face is made of wood and covered in either rubber or a sandpaper-like material, this was made of rubber, its cover was black leather. I smiled as I took a few swings, to get the feel of it. Precious brought it out when she had something to. “Did you think about it? Are you going to be my pimp?” she said, needling him and reminding him of the conversation in his dorm room. “I was going to ask if you thought any more about it. You still want to do it? “Actually, I thought about it quite a bit, and I do.” “Where? You gonna bring guys up to your dorm room?” “I thought we could use your room,” she said. “Oh, no.” He shook his head. “Your not gonna get me busted.” “Come on Ronnie. My roommate never leaves the room. Besides, I bet it. Stuart and the trombones must have cooked this up. The ASO low brass section was renowned for their elaborate pranks, particularly Stuart McKay, the principal tuba. Knowing them, this prank will keep going until I expose them myself. Mike decided to play along for the time being. Sensing no further danger, he laid his handgun on the bed, still within easy reach, and slipped on his glasses from the nightstand.“Ok, so you’re a genie? And you say that you now belong to me?”“That is correct.