Moan you slut!”Allison was now inaudible but she was moaning and licking like her life depended on it.Allison then felt a finger playing with her cl...t and her legs started to shake. The finger then penetrated and began moving in and out.“You have a tight little pussy, don’t you?”More noises from Allison.Lacey was now riding Allison’s face and being as liberal as possible smearing juices all over Allison’s mouth and cheeks; making sure her pussy was being stimulated by every spot she felt like. Kelly had never needed this, as she was a strong student herself, but she had seen Senthil generously help plenty of others. Michelle, she who just now had called him ugly, had once pretended to flirt with him to get homework help, but he hadn't seemed to notice, talking to her in the same monotone he used with everyone, but even more quietly. It was like talking to a mouse, she'd complained.That afternoon, researching in the library, Kelly found herself impressed by how fast Senthil's mind. They lay motionless for a while and then Paul rolled off her onto his back. ‘Wow,’ he said. Jo Anne turned to him resting her head on her arm. ‘That was so good Paul, thank you.’ She leaned towards him and kissed him lightly. ‘You have the tightest, sweetest cunt I’ve ever had baby,’ Paul said. Jo Anne laughed. ‘I’m glad you liked it Paul, but women don’t like the word ‘cunt,’ you know.’ ‘I know but I like it.’ They rose and brushed the sand from themselves and dressed without speaking. Jo. His aunt had spared him the ignominy of being stripped and bound and thrust into the dungeon only if he agreed to entertain a visiting guest in the common-room – a guest who would want to play a ‘game’ with him. A sex game. A bottle of baby-oil standing on a side table explained just about everything. He glanced towards the door as the sound of shuffling shoes approached beyond it, and he felt nervous. It was hard to say want kind of nervous, but it was mostly to do with meeting a strange man.