Then the shirt is lifted over your head and arms, and I’m kissing your neck and shoulders again. I rise up to kiss your mouth, pressing my body agai...st yours, the coarse material of my shirt grazing your nipples, making them hard, as I suck on your full, beautiful lips and explore your mouth. Your breath is getting harder when I finally break the kiss, and go back down to one knee. My hands grab your hips, and scoot you down, so your ass and pussy are hanging over the seat. You gasp, and bite. I want nothing more, at this stage in my life than to be degraded as used as my dominant partner pleases. The outside of me is very dominant. I am a Sophomore in college, an honors student, a published poet. I am five feet eleven inches tall and a formidable figure to men my age. The sexual me is a submissive kitten that has to be taught repeatedly what she can and cannot do. I thrive on pleasing my dominant and survive on the sexual system of rewards and punishments. At sixteen, I was just. She pushed the string almost inside my nose and I immediately smelled three days of her asshole, full and sharp also, making sure I knew what I would find if I licked her pussy from behind. I found it strangely exciting, knowing her ass smell like that. I wanted more and rubbed it against my nose more firmly. She wasn’t done, however. While one hand massaged my cock and balls through my pants, the other now moved the thong to center the crotch over my nose and mouth. “Stick out. "I could hear her put down the phone and I waited impatiently until she returned what seemed like several minutes later."Yes, there's a laptop on the desk. All her clothes are still hanging in the closet and her bathroom things are still here." Has she had any visitors to her room?" Not that I know of, but her room is in the back, so I wouldn't necessarily know if she did or not." Okay, thank you for your help. You have my name and my number. If you hear anything or she returns, please have her.