It was unlocked, the way they usually left it. Dorm theft wasn't much of a problem in this year of 1967. The worst that usually happened was a raid on... stashed cookies from home. Everyone on this floor was pretty well acquainted and could be counted on to turn a blind eye to the smuggling of a boyfriend to a room. Not that she expected it, but the discreet sign that she and Kim each left to tell the other that they were busy with a guest was not present. So all Pam had to worry about was waking. There, you must seek a Gadje and you must ask him if he will rule over us". Gipser's dark gypsy eyes shot open,"What? You can't be serious!" The old woman then hissed at him,"Do not mock the Gods, unless you want this epidemic to continue" she said and then broke into evil laughter.The SuburbsIt was a corner shop, ran by an Indian man and his wife. Derek always went there to buy his Slurpies. The Indian man would speak in his accent,"Please come again". Derek took the drink from the man after. They had very little in terms of furniture and other possessions. I picked up nothing of interest from the bedroom, and the ensuite camera was obscured by a towel all of the time. That frustrated me.I was waiting for the architect to come and do a final inspection on my ensuite renovations. I passed the time in the monitor room, watching what was happening in the various houses, which wasn't anything at all with most people at work.My attention was caught when the young muslim wife entered the. He is stroking his already hard, beautiful cock.Will we ever make it to diner?He bends me over the bed, lifts my skirt and pushes my panties down.Standing behind me he strokes my dripping hole with the tip of his swollen cock, I moan in anticipation, my tiny clit twitches, squirts.He pushes, I gasp, it feels so big.He pushes all the way, my pussy spasms arround the base, my clit squirts.You kneel on the bed facing me, stroking your hardening cock, brushing the tip against my lips.He starts.