, I told them everything must be secret and private, even she too told the same thing as they r college going girls, they have some.hidden desire and ...hey want to fulfill their desires, they promised that they never share each other details.we had promised that there should not be cam, pics, videos, permanent scars, scat.She gave her address to me and asked me to come to her room on Saturday.I went to her room as she guided after I went to her room I seen the other two.girls, three look likes. I don’t look at her directly. Instead I regard her reflection in the window. I recognize her, or rather I half recognize her. I haven’t seen her face before, only images of her from other angles. She looks nice, a little preoccupied. Her dark hair would tumble down over her shoulders if it wasn’t pulled up and fastened with a bulldog clip. She’s sparing with her make-up; lip-gloss rather than lipstick, just a hint of drama about the eyes. If her cheeks look a little red, I doubt that it’s. I couldn't believe how well that worked... every time I was biting her lip she was trembling in a very arousing way.All her movements where carefully crafted as a very elegant business woman. I could just jerk off only looking at her... those super high heels, black tights with suspender, a very short skirt, the italian style short suit that let me see that amazing red bra... and I knew she was naked under that skirt... - We are going to play a lot today... I hope you made your homework...I. .."I resigned and took the bag from his hands and opened it. There wasn'tmuch inside. Some feminine - er... masculine - products, it seemed. Twopencils, a pack of condoms, a small notebook in a pink cover. Twoaspirin packages, deodorant, nail polish, a nail clipper. Pink eyeliner,black mascara, a mirror encased in pink, my smartphone (still broken,now in pink), a reddish powder with glitter that would look good on mycheeks...I shuddered. There was a dark wallet. Dark, hah. Dark purple. I.