Probably the worst kiss ever, I could barely move my lips or tongue. I was practically a rag doll for their fucking and they took me to town. Their ha...nds were strong and determined. I was lifted, turned, flipped, spread, spanked. It was rough but not violent - in retrospect I think it may have been two boys so hopped up that they got a little whiskey dick and needed to pull out all the stops to get to orgasm. I didn't care. My holes were open to them and they were well used. It felt like an. We did have so much fun playing that particular game although I didn’t appreciate at first that all these little diversions she played were in fact all part of her denying me to actually fuck her. She seemed to be getting her kicks from encouraging and watching me masturbate whilst at the same time she would be fucking herself with ‘Pepe’. What a sight we must have made, her looking at me wanking my condom-protected cock and me groaning my appreciation as I saw her expertly thrusting that. For over two year, he wanted Trina’s hot virgin body. He wanted to see her naked--touch her breasts--suck her nipples and taste her sweet young pussy. He wanted to take her hand, put it around his throbbing cock, and show her how to jack him off. Daddy decided to ignore his impulses for the moment and glanced around the room then took both of her breasts in his hands and squeezed her nipples. Then kissed Trina on the nose--poked her in the ribs and said, “Don’t tell anyone honey--this will be. “Fuck me only if you give me something I value. You and your roommate are subject to charges of promoting prostitution.” That’s when the Dean noticed me. “What the fuck is he doing here?’ Brett replied, “It’s Mark. I asked him to accompany me.” The Dean was blunt. “So, Bozo the Clown wasn’t available?” I should have been insulted, but had to agree with the Dean. Brett spoke quietly. “Whenever Mark’s involved in something, it usually turns out all right. I don’t understand it, but I’m not going.