He looked about 25 and was very courteous and efficient.We got checked in; I parked the truck and gathered the honey. We went to our room. There, I as...ked her whether she would like Hector to come up to the room."Yes." Go get into the black slip, no bra, no panties or shoes."She protested a little then complied. I retrieved a bottle of Redwood Creek Merlot. I told her I was going to go down to the lobby and find Hector and have him get the bottle opened and bring us two wine glasses. I was not. She had moved in with Larry Chanlorer, the man she would marry tomorrow. She had been thinking about John for days. She had been busy planning and all the parties, so didn't have time for her father. ''Hi, may I come in?'' she asked her father. How could he say no? John stepped aside as she walked past him; he felt her body lightly brush up against him. That slight movement sent John's body railing with lust. They walked hand in hand upstairs to the bedroom that they once shared. They. It was quite, as i had suspected with few students s**ttered few and far between. I sorted out all the academic priorities I had, then proceeded to a spot (F-block) at which my friends and i usually light up some Mary Jane. I proceeded to F-block toilets, stripped down to my panties in the middle of the boys bathroom ( which were open, but unlikely to see users during a holiday) and then completed my outfit with the bra, leggings and the dress. My heart was racing and my tiny clitty was. "Tonight the BlackQueen is going to give you what you've always wanted."She pulled me gently to my feet and led me out of the kitchen--the wayGiseile had gone. Cynthia followed us."Do you really like lesbians?" the Black Queen asked softly."Oh, yes, Ma'am," I assured her."I mean," she insisted. "Do you really love lesbians? Love everythingabout us, the way we look, the way we make love, and all?" I truly do, Ma'am," I was anxious to please her. I noticed with reliefthat the thoughtful Cynthia.