But what she was doing here, in the hallway outside my dorm room, I had no idea. ‘I’m here to help Geoffrey move in – right down the hall from y...ou, it looks like!’ It was a challenge, but I managed to contain my honest reaction (which I’ll share with you in a moment) and simply replied, ‘Oh, great. Well, I have to run. Nice to see you again, Suzanne!’ ‘You too, dear. Say hello to your parents for me.’ ‘Will do!’ Escaping as politely as I could, I made my way to my favorite coffee shop just off. "You want my spunk in your fucking mouth, don't you, filthy little whore? Say it!"All his filthy talk was turning me on incredibly. At home, the occasional “bloody” was as far as swearing went. I realised that I was born to be a filthy, foulmouthed, cock-sucking little slut.I took his wet slippery cock in my hands and told him what I wanted."Please use me as a fuck-toy. I want you to fuck me and make me suck you at every fucking opportunity. I want you to dress me like a fucking whore and cover. But there is something that she is hiding from her.Vandana wanted to find out the secret behind Sneha coming late after the class. So, she decided to follow Sneha after the class that day. Sneha walked past the women’s washroom. It surprised Vandana as she thought she was going to the washroom.Sneha entered the storeroom, which is adjacent to the washroom. Vandana went near the window and peeked at the room, shocked at what she saw. As she entered the room, Sneha slowly started to unbutton her. .. ever.Not sure if there were others involved, I remained vigilant until the first police arrived, then thumbed the safety on and placed the weapon on the tabletop. The first officer through the door moonlighted for the studio part time and recognized me instantly. “What happened? Is there an active shooter? Are you OK?” His questions came too fast for answers, so I let him run down and then put him in the picture.All around us people were crowding the officer, telling about the crazy woman.