She turned me around and around and we walked. I had absolutely no idea which direction we went. Suddenly we went off road, because it was difficult t...o walk. I felt I was standing at a tree. ?Stay here while I see what you brought with you, slave!? I hear here looking in the bag and hear her laughing! ?Now strip for me!? She slapped me in the face. When I was totally naked, She cuffed my hands behind my back. ? You look disgusting, slave! Look at your belly! You are a fat pig!? She slapped my. She chose Seaside College in New Jersey which was known for its liberal arts program, environmental studies department and its swimming team. She picked Seaside it because it was closest to her home, only five hours away at 75 mph. The girl packed all her jeans and sweaters, her Nikes and her boots, her dildoes and thongs along with her black lace teddies and drove there in her three-year-old Mustang, wrote a check for the first semester’s tuition plus room and board and felt very proud of. "Ooooh, Stephanie likes her panties. Why does such a good girl want to be soooo bad?" Listen Jill, I can't." Sure you can. Look Stephanie, I like you, but you have to lighten up! Trust me just one night and if you don't have the most mind blowing night of your life, then go back to your cubicle and your repressed little masturbatory world. I'll let you be my little girl. But you have to promise to be good." Jesus Jill, I . . ."She put her fingers on my lips. "Shush Stephanie." She pulled a big. Talk about invading someone’s personal space! “Sorry,” I muttered. “It’s okay, no harm done,” he replied. “Go on.” Oh. That was unexpected. But I dabbed the towels in warm water and continued to wipe his chest. “Sorry to hear about you and Jamie,” I said quietly after a while. He sighed deeply and gave a sad smile. “Thanks. It’s been a tough couple of months since the divorce.” “If you don’t mind my asking, why did you break up?” I asked in genuine puzzlement. “I know a lot of.