I cleaned up all his clothes, put them away in his bag, then grabbed his dirty boxers with my teeth, crawled back to him and dropped them on the floor....“Good,” he said, picking up the boxers and shoving them under my nose and into my mouth, “Inhale them you bitch. Tell me what they smell like. How much do you want more?” he said clearly playing the dominant part well, “Speak whore, answer me when I speak.”“Yes sir. They smell like you, like angels. I don’t want more, I need more.” For some. By the time it did I was unable to say "fuck" or "yes" or anything else coherent. I just moaned a loud shuddering, "aaaaahaaaaahaaaaahaaaaahaaaaah."Once the last waves of the orgasm had crashed over and through me I lay there with four fingers still inside me – two in my ass and two in my pussy. It felt so wonderful and I couldn't image anything better than doing that every day for the next month.I eventually sat up and wiped my hands on the towel. I needed a bit of time to take stock and I. Jennifer got in her car and slammed the door shut. "Stupid bimbo," she muttered. Jennifer needed a place of quiet to straighten her mind. She started her car and headed to the campus library.Pulling into a parking space, Jennifer grabbed her backpack out of the back. She ignored all the stares she got as she tottered into the library. Looking for further privacy, she went up into the book stacks and hid herself at a little study desk that was tucked away in all the rows of books. She pulled out. The fitted white polo shirt was gone, as were her jeans. She was skinnier than I'd thought, with good-sized breasts. Her white cotton panties rode low on her narrow hips. She leaned against the wall with her arms folded beneath her bra — also white, with a simple floral texture. She seemed amused and uncertain what to do next. "Come on, don't just stand over there, you said you'd model them for me. You've gotta at least walk over here and turn around so I can get a look at you," I said. She.