That's when he saw me staring at his glorious ass. I couldn't make out his face in the rain-streaked window, but I could see a half smile, half smirk ...across his lips. He nodded his head upward and tipped his head to the left in a "Come with me" gesture. Like a lamb, I followed. I walked behind him for three blocks until he stopped at a large white door. Half turning to see if I was still there, I saw that grin again and I blindly followed him inside. The large hall was dimly lit and I followed. He paused once and massaged my asshole again. He applied lube on the outside and inside of the tight passageway and then I saw him lubing up the plug. He pressed two fingers inside me and moved his fingers back and forth. I knew the plug was next, so I relaxed as he pressed it all the way in. He spanked it home and that seemed to amuse him. "I want this to stay in, Slut. Make sure you hold it in." "Yes, Sir." I felt the belt slide along my already sore ass. I clenched involuntarily. He patted. I know I loved the boy I was talking about before and though we broke up I still loved him though I no longer wanted to be with him. When I met your father that didn't change though I realise that the boy I loved has grown into a man who is a stranger to me. I may not love that man, though if he called asking for help I might be willing to assist purely on the basis of love shared so long ago."To love three people at the same time though, especially when they all know each other sounds more. ”Class begins, and my opportunity to strike up a conversation is over.About 10 minutes into the lecture, Jay writes on his notebook, “MSN?” Back in 2008, everyone lived for MSN messenger, and it was a student’s primary method of communication with others. Definitely a casual and common question.I leaned over and wrote down my contact e-mail. Moments later, he added me.This was the actual conversation, with some grammatical edits.Jay: “It’s nice to meet you. Is this your elective?”Me: “Yeah it.