I hate that nightmare over and over again. The umpteenth time I had facedthe dream. But as the day progressed, the dream seemed clearer.I tried again ...to remember the quarrels with my mother. A bitter memory,but I feel relieved that memory is fading away. I do not want to recallthe memories of a quarrel with a deaf-mouthed mother. My eyes are stillclosed, hard to open. I got out of bed, crawling as I felt around to makesure I did not hit the wall. Until then, my hand was touching. Once we were safely on the ground Mr. M leaned over and unlocked my seat belt, before getting up to stretch and collect his belongings. I watched amazed as my boss flexed his fit and muscular form. How had I never noticed what good shape he was in? This seemed like a completely different person, from the one I worked for in New York. I mentally reprimanded myself for even looking at him that way. I was his employee, I shouldn’t be noticing these things about him. Slowly I stood up, slightly. Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t ugly. I have great looks, I have perfect girl abs that let me pull off crop tops almost perfectly and I have a pair of properly toned legs. I also have a very good fashion sense that makes me quite popular among the guys if not very popular.So college was totally new for me. No school friend of mine had joined this college and everyone was new. The very first day during orientation, I took a liking to the student’s wing and decided to join it, I always liked. “Just thought you would like to worship my feet.”“What about whipping?”“I had to have my fun as well.” Linda rolled me off, then picked up my sock. She then caught the cum that oozed out from her pussy. “Let’s go to bed for cuddles.”Linda woke in the night, and I watched her naked body walk into the bathroom then flick the light on. Reaching down, I picked up her red shoe and rubbed it against the clammy skin of shrivelled cock. The blood soon started pumping, and I was ready for another go..