Seriously. Why is that? Well, let’ s see. I’m a full-scholarship student at Ripley College in Boston, Massachusetts. Ripley College was founded in... the year 1950 by philanthropist and popular author Patricia Ripley and her husband, billionaire Thomas Highland Smith. They passed away ten years later but the Ripley & Smith Foundation has continued to look after the fledging college, providing valuable financial support in its time of need. Since then, the school has become one of the best. I wanted him to last all day, so I slowly moved to other, less stimulating areas of his body. Kissing and licking areas I thought would keep him interested, but not cum. I kissed his inner thigh, nipples, and up to his neck.He took me by surprised, and threw me onto my back with a bit a force. The force was playful, and yet dominant. He pinned my wrists with his hands. He kissed me before he spoke, "How do you feel about exploring a little with domination?" Like in Fifty Shades?" Yeah, only. Jeremy just lay there and asked if I can find a bandage.I ran to the first aid box and called for my brother."He has gone out. Only I am here," I heard Jeremy call out in the background.I fetched the box and went to Jeremy's side."My knee is bleeding." Jeremy pointed to the torn jeans and the blood coming out.I realised that I would have to do the bandaging and his jeans would need to come off.Jeremy opened the buttons on his waist and I helped him pull it off when I saw him struggling to move. He left us too soon, and with too few a number of his own stories published for us to enjoy.Lord Jestocost looked up as C'mell entered the work area of his football field-sized accommodations outside the Fourth Valve of the twenty-five kilometer tall building that was Earthport. Now that he had found his chosen tool to overthrow the old ideas he was so certain were holding back humanity's ultimate progress, he'd kept her close-by until the events set into motion by his planning would become.