There were students on the other side of those hugs feeling some strange mixture of embarrassment and wistfulness while likewise planning their own se...xual escapades. There were logistical concerns found and satisfied as freshmen discovered the difficulties of moving their lives to a new geographic location for the first time. For Hazel Shade however there was a slight twist to these difficulties. Many things were the same of course, how was she supposed to move her several plastic bins of. That pleasure/pain that only she knew. She could feel herself drifting now, the sobbing had ceased and was replaced by heavy sighs and moans. She wanted that sweet relief. The feeling that is indescribable, the most intense orgasms that only he could give her. Relief that she knew she must earn. uncontrollable pleasure that she now longed for?? Did I say you could feel pleasure ?slut?, he screamed. The sound of his voice snapped her back to reality, as she replied, ?no Sir?. You will beg. " She grinned at a memory and went on, "Haven't you ever stuck your dick in something gross and loved it?" "Just into your Vanity Fair granny panties. Seriously, what does he like to do? Madame was vague, just said he wanted everything, full British breakfast was her phrase." "I know what you're worried about, Cindy, relax, he won't bend you over 'til the second date," she smiled sadistically "and then, close your eyes and think of England." After that I decided to take the date as it came and. I just kept looking into Patrick’s dark eyes and sucking him. We had a connection, which is really hard to explain. There was communication going on between us even though we weren’t talking. At some point Patrick started whispering to me. He kept telling me how sexy I was and how much I turned him on. He said he would wait his turn, but he wanted me all to himself. He said he could be patient and he would last as long as I’d let him He kissed me deeply and passionately. T would check on me.