.. I opened my eyes to see her boyfriend standing in the doorway. I jumped and reached for my clothes. He begged me not to stop. Begged her to let me ...finish. She agreed and then told him to help me. He quickly undressed and came over to me. He took control of the vibrator and started to fuck me with it.I quickly and uncontrollably came. He slid the vibrator out and replaced it with his tongue. I closed my eyes and came again as tears slid down my face. It felt so fucking good. Suddenly he. Dressing is not as significant for me but you wearing heels is important.??Hmm.? has something to do with you wanting me to wear heels. OK!So it?s mostly heels. But that?s for your pleasure. What do your fantasies have me doing???Well! I love you Janet and my dreams -- fantasies -- are about you and you being different women. For example I might imagine you as a maid, a French maid, dressed in all the stereotypical accoutrements -- cute black satin costume, net stockings, gloves, cap, apron. Now that the first girl had been auctioned and bought, the crowd was more enthusiastic. With 39 men bidding and only 19 girls left to buy, half of the men would leave unsatisfied if their bids were not successful. And the girls needed to be purchased for a high enough price so that they’d be accepted into the sorority. For $200, Erin might have to endure an entire night of rough fucking, and then still find out that she hadn’t made enough money to be accepted into the sorority. Then, she’d. We were both seniors in high school but we may as well have been from different worlds. I knew she was well to do and her entire life seemed to revolved around academics. She was always talking about what she needed to do to get in to the right college. I had the biggest crush on her and would have done anything to please her. She seemed nice and friendly on the surface but when she thought no one was looking she could be a real bitch. I asked her out to the prom junior year and she turned me.