But things one can live without. Things without soul. Colorless. Desire. Joan wanted to feel desired. She smiled at the thought. Just the very thought...of a man desiring her, holding her, kissing her, seemed to color her soul. Although it had only been fifteen minutes, she ran upstairs to see whether Paul had answered. There was a message! Joan! Just discovering I had a message from you made my whole day! It is so good to hear from you after all these years. I would love to have lunch with you.. I remember going to the clubs then an after party before going to my first class. I probably stink of liquor and cologne but I didn't give a shit. I would then go home, shower, take a little nap before we do it again. As a poor freshman student I did not have alot of money to pay for drinks at the club so I usually pregame and buy my liquor from the liquor store. So that when I get in I wouldn't need to buy anything unless I am buying a drink for a girl.While dancing with this cute blonde, I. . together?"Anais giggled. "Oh yes! It makes for a very happy prince. Alana snores when she's really worn out, but you'll get used to it." I do not!" Alana huffed."Do too!" Anais laughed. "Thesia is a serious cuddler, but you probably know that."In spite of herself, Pilar laughed. "She's ticklish too." Don't. Even. Think. Of it!" Thesia exclaimed hugging her arms to herself.Pilar turned serious again. "Thesia, are you sure? I don't want to come between you and Macro. Everybody can see the love. Kara rolled her head back.Yessssssssssssssss. The woman slapped Kara’s face again. Look at me, bitch. Look me right in the eye. The woman looked into Kara’s shining brown eyes. Kara was hungry for sex. The slave’s nipples were jutting out. Her mouth was open. She was breathing hard. Her face was flushed. Her pussy was wet. You are a sexpot, the woman said. She started to thumb Kara’s clit. Kara closed her eyes and mewled. The woman slapped Kara’s face. Kara opened her eyes. .