On the other hand i was panicking at the fact they were going to make me wait on the communal landing outside dressed in this attire, i had no option,... i thanked the Mistresses and crawled out the door and knelt in the open air facing the door. It was slammed in my face and i heard laughing from behind it.Five minutes felt like an hour as i knelt there dressed like some slutty tranny whore and i prayed no one would walk past or come out of their door as i had nowhere to run and nowhere to. It made me sick to my stomach but the consensus was this was the best worst scenario of all possible evils.Bradberry promised to have thirty more units delivered to the colleges by Thursday afternoon.Five of the colleges complained but went along; they understood that something was going on. The sixth was adamantly refusing to go along with any changes.The Purdue Boilermakers hosting the Hoosiers at West Lafayette were adamantly demanding that no changes were going to interrupt their. He sat on the bed beside me, and applied some oil to my back and ass cheeks. He started at my shoulders with those wonderful strong hands, and steadily worked his way down to my cheeks where he took both of them in his firm grip, and kneaded them with care and great detail. Then he worked his way back up my back to my shoulders, and back down to my cheeks, but this time his fingers trailed inside my crack, and this caused me to wiggle, and thrust back to encourage him... As he had done. I've seen men in their shorts before." she ordered. Why did she always think she could just run roughshod over me? But I sat down. It was easier that way, I guess. I tried to give her an expectant look. She looked at me and bit her lip. She looked ... nervous. "Look, Dirk ..." she started. I tried to look suave, relaxed, at ease. Sitting there in my underwear. "Dirk, do you like me?" she asked suddenly. Now how in the nine hells does a guy answer a question like that? I thought I was.