As for the frat party itself, it was pretty anticlimactic. I guess that frat boy was too shy to kiss and tell. That's too bad.---What am I going to do...? Tuition payments are due, and I planned my financial aid such that I could supliment it with the job at the mall. Not that I could bear to show my face there again to be snickered by the local high school boys as "the slut that dropped her buttplug", but I've been spending all my free time with him that I hardly have time for studying, not to. Eventually, common sense took over, and I checked the time. The whole session had lasted perhaps 20 minutes, giving me enough time to gather my wits as best as I could, such as I am doing now. You did it again,baby. Made me cum. At least this time I didn’t bang my knee again. I still have the bruise to remind me of my little adventure. I had to take the time to clean my fingers, not wanting to get my cum all over my keyboard. As always, I used my mouth, imagining it was the taste of your sweet. We all got out of bed and slipped into some robes. I lowered the wards in the screen wall and opened the door to admit those outside. Tirlogh, the cook, brought in a tray with large bowls of hot steaming porridge and buttered bread plus a dish with more fried fish, and placed all of it on the table. The Castellan followed with a pitcher of milk."Thank you," I told them, as they prepared to depart."Please return in a-half hour or so. There are things that I need to discuss with you before we. Only the final part, when she had looked up at him, had been more or less pleasant. He wondered what Lillian – Lillian who? – had felt, and what on earth had induced her to the action he’d been part of? She’d smelled of sex when she rushed into the lift. Hmph. What with her looks, it wouldn’t be inconceivable if – He didn’t think he would ever know. Even if she worked in the building the chances of his meeting her ever again were flimsy in the extreme. And what if they met? Would he want to.