CARMEN MICHAELS and DAPHNE MACRON. She stopped to collect herself in front of the door, adjusting her black backpack on her shoulder while wiping the ...beads of sweat from her brow. Walking all the way across campus from Dr. Jackson’s office took quite a toll. “I just need more cardio.” She muttered before knocking on the closed door.“Just a minute.” She heard Daphne’s sweet voice chirp from behind the solid wooden door. The locked clicked soon after. Daphne’s body, clean and damp, was covered. .. I’m a Dom, aren’t I supposed to be ... brave, or something?”“Are you still going to the party?”“Yeah.”“That’s as brave as you need to be. Let me put you on speaker...”Jason heard the sounds of the van’s engine.“Did I interrupt something, sir?”“No,” Margo replied, “we’re on our way to our party...”“Don’t you dare hang-up, Jason,” Carol said.“We’ll sit in this nice, warm, toasty van and talk to you as long as you need us to,” Margo continued. “You’re roughly an hour, two hours from your. All of a sudden a thought dawned on me. “Sweetie, you haven’t had any lotion applied to you for hours. Would you like me to get your back for you?” You said that you thought that that would be nice. Mark just raised an eyebrow and said “Mandy?” and she nodded. I went back to our bag and pulled out our bottle. I also grabbed M&M’s after Mark asked if I would. You rolled onto your tummy and I began to work the lotion into you much as I often did with massage oil. By the time I was done my speedo. The big thing, as far as she was concerned, was that she'd had no complaints from the dozen or so men who had fucked her since Harry started blackmailing her. Dozen or so men and boys she corrected herself. Her first experience with Harry had included a fifteen-year old boy and his father and later she had done the same fifteen-year old along with his father and his two sixteen year old brothers. She hadn't worried about the trouble she could have been in for screwing around with minors, not.