He was in big trouble. He managed to remain coherent enough to dig into his pocket for his cell phone. It was cracked, but still worked. He took his g...ood hand and hit Sophia's speed dial number."Hello," she said."Behind Thompson hall. Send help. Ambulance. Hurry!" he managed to squeak out. Then the line went dead.Sophia, sick with fear, dialed 911. Then she threw on a coat, and with Elise in tow, headed to Thompson Hall. She arrived first, and ran behind the building to find Warren unconscious,. “But until this is over you’ll have to call me Master. Alright my little pet?”She purred in agreement. “Yes master.” “Good pet.” He leaned down and kissed her, grabbing her bottom lip between his teeth and sliding his hands under her shirt, allowing his fingers to gently brush over her skin. Her tongue darted out to run along his lips, getting him to let her inside and letting their tongues caress each other and their saliva mix. He pressed her hard against the wooden wall, lifting her shirt. Maybe a year. But they had kept in touch and had become quite good friends since his letter. Now she was thinking about him again. He was still good looking, extremely sexy. She remembered kissing him during their brief romance. Before Ryan. She remembered the time he had kissed her when she had been with Ryan, remembering what his lips felt like against hers.She thought about having sex with him. She tried to picture them in her bed. God she wanted him. God, she was horny. This was the longest. We've talked about you for a long time. Then you came to me and I knew I would have you in my bed. I called Ms. Lynch to share the fun. We both want your cum in us, Russell, both of us." I think you're gonna have it pretty soon."She slowed down some, making her up and down movements more deliberate, more purposed.Mmm, yes, mmm, slower, oooh, that's good, oooh, this'll get me off real soon. Push your cock up into me, Russell, oooh, yes, just like that, yes, just…UUH, UUH, ooh, ooh, aah, so good,.