I retreated a couple of steps, then turnedaway."What...what is that?" Olivia said. "Let me see your face. My God, whathappened to you." I ran into a d...oor," I said."The hell you did. Someone hit you. Was it it Luther? Did he hit you?" It's okay. I mouthed off. I shouldn't have." Fuck that, Abby. I'm calling the cops." No. Please don't. He'll break up with me." Big fucking deal. A man who slaps his woman around is a pussy who ought tosee the inside of a cell." Luther's no pussy," I said. "He's. I felt her fingers through the thin material of my increasingly damp panties. She delicately ran her finger around the material before finally slipping beneath and, at last, I felt her touching my pussy. MMMmmmm, my voice came without my consent. When Id watched porn movies in the past Id assumed the women were faking the vocals, I knew that women dont scream in that way at all but now I knew that, given the right motivation, my body would do whatever it liked, including making noises. I could. Tim had heard of a rental home at the edge of Mt. Pleasant, that had six bed rooms. There had been six girls living there, but one flunked out, so there was a bed room empty. The other girls had to make up the rental difference. In mid semester there was no hope of getting a sixth girl. Tim went to the door. He told the girl that he was looking for a room. It happened to be that all five girls were home so they interviewed him. It was like he was an ‘it’, not a man. Short and skinny, they. We both put on our robes, grabbed our stuff,and headed to the elevator. We didn't speak as we rode to the top floor of the hotel. As we rode I thought I felt his hand touching my bottom through my terry cloth robe. Why wasn't I telling him to stop?We entered his suite, and I was impressed by how big it was compared to the rooms my parents and I had rented. We were in a living room, but the bedroom was someplace else. He asked me if I would like some bourbon and I nodded. He smiled, fixed us.