But sometimes the fact that a story is true has as much impact. It's another story from my college years.In my senior year of college, I was an RA. Th...t’s resident assistant and usually an older student who helps maintain order in their wing and orient new students. An RA also serves as sort of a counselor who freshmen students can unload on and help them through the first year with all the changes they go through. I had received complaints from one of the freshman that his roommate’s. " I said as I smoothed out my skirt and sat down. "Nice touch, " She stated referring to my smoothing out the skirt. "Your mom again?" I nodded my head in agreement, she smiled, patted my knee and said, "Cross your legs, ladies don't sit with their legs spread like that." I did the best I could but my legs just wouldn't cross like hers did, at least not without considerable pain. "That'll change later," She said helpfully. "How about Lynn?" "Cute," I replied. "But I just don't see myself as a. ..here?? Shenods, having already agreed to this, but her stomach tightens a littleapprehensively, all the same. He reaches for her hand, pulls her closer and hugs her.?Come with me.? he says, andleads her from the kitchen. He opens the cellar door, and flips the lightswitch. The dim glow lights the cellar, which is about the size of a garage. Heleads her down the steps and as she reaches the bottom, she gasps in surprise. ?Oh?my?? she cries. ?When did you do this?? He has sectioned off half of. She spent almost a half hour under the steaming water, luxuriating in the needle spray and wishing she had a shower massager, that she might relieve the sexual tension she had built up over the last few hours. She seriously considered masturbating only for a moment though, for she knew Dodds could walk in at any moment, and he would be furious if he caught her. He preferred his slaves to get their stimulation from whatever "torture" he dreamed up... to rely upon him for release. She dried off.