Snyder. I'm not that kind of girl", she said quietly and slammed the door in his face. She sat down on the couch and began to cry.That night, Andrea w...ke up from a deep sleep. She thought about this being the last night in her apartment, and began to cry. She knew her parents would never take her back. She thought about being out on the street all alone, and all the unspeakable things that might happen to a young, pretty, vulnerable girl. She reached for the phone and dialed Mr. Snyder and got. Besides, she has always been on the introvert side, shunning parties in favor of her beloved books.A solid A-/B+ student throughout school, Samantha was always well behaved but had a difficult time fitting in during her teenage years where popularity, beauty and social skills are the most revered traits. During this time she turned more and more to her favorite hobby, reading fantasy novels, which lead to her major social outlet, role playing games. The freedom of college was a welcome change,. He was mature, strong, and creative and I longed to know more about him. I wanted to know everything there was to know. It was only when he glanced over at me that I realized I was staring at him. I ducked my head down and let my hair hide my face again.“You know you really shouldn't hide behind your hair. I mean your hair is beautiful but your face is more so.”My heart beat a thousand miles an hour. I gripped and twisted my hands together in my lap in total fear. I wanted to jump out of the. "I nodded my head yes in hopes that she would release me. She increasedher stroking and somehow my sissy clit produced more cream for her asbucked helpless in my bonds. She reached up and removed my gag. Shefilled my mouth with the fresh cream and went back to stroking me.She was driving me mad and she knew it. "Tell me what i want to hear nowsissy girl." Please mistress," I begged, "it's so intense and can't take anymore."Tears were leaking from my eyes as I begged her. "Please.