Or better yet, hiding in my dorm room until the time comes to return for another humiliating experience. I didn’t much care for slut points after wh...at happened this morning. I don’t want to lose, but it’s not worth humiliating myself for it again and again. I glanced at the other two girls. We all stood in an awkward triangle trying to best decide how to return to our dorms without getting caught. I also need to consider how to obtain more slut points, but my pussy was already spent from the. ?Stand up and take me to your bedroom.? His voice sounded deep and gruff, almost as if he was trying to hide his real voice.When I was slow to respond, he pulled me up with a firm grip on my upper arm. ?When I tell you to do something, you will react right away, do you understand??I nodded, the reality of the situation hitting home.Once in my room, he shut the door and I felt a surge of fear.What did he want? What if he hurt me or raped me? I felt my body start to shake as I thought of what. She sipped it thoughtfully.After several glasses, she began to loosen up. He took a chance and kissed her; slow at first, but then taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately. She seemed to be really warming up to him. He then began massaging her breasts through her dress. She took her hand and layed it on his thigh....then as if it had a mind of its own, it started moving toward his dick. In no time she was rubbing it through his pants. At that moment he stopped what he was doing long. “You were beating a wall,” Mr White says.He lifts the harness off me, and regards the spray of rubble on the floor.“Would you like me to clear that up?” I say.“Absolutely not,” Mr White says.He looks at the mess with a mixture of longing and fear; his jaw muscles bunch and he swallows as if fighting nerves. When he looks at me again, he seems uneasy, as if he is no longer in his comfort zone – a situation I begin to suspect is my true reason for being here.Mr White gets himself under control.