I slid the window open, "Want a lift?" I asked. "I'd rather drown." she spat back at me. It was annoying, mainly because she could have helped push if the motor drowned in the spray but if she wanted to walk and take the bus well there was nothing japanese I could do about it. I made it home ok, the motor spluttered cumshot a few times but kept running so I was home long before she arrived. She walked past me in the lobby of the house where we both had rooms, four bed sitting rooms with communal kitchen and bathroom, she had the best room upstairs front, mine was away on the top floor tucked under the roof. She looked at me with annoyance, "I wish you would hide that pile of scrap around the back, it lowers the tone of the area." she sneered. "Sorry, Angie" I apologised, "Better still scrap it." she suggested unkindly. "And it's Miss Hamilton - Grey to you Groves" she certainly knew how to deliver a put down six months in the same house and she still didn't know my name. I thought of the first time we met, in the lounge at the student house we shared, I lived in a flat on campus for the first year then we found "Digs" for the second and third years, so the first time we met was after the summer break when we moved in. I was completely tongue tied, her beauty took my breath away, yet she was clearly horrified, well I had been working on the car and maybe my face was not entirely free of oil, and my hands were undoubtedly covered in it, but still she might have been polite. I wondered why she chose to live here, clearly her parents were rich, her allowance was certainly generous judging by the designer clothes she wore. Each day brought a new torment, somehow other girls seemed somehow diminished by comparison with Angie, certainly I never seemed to find anyone to build a relationship with. It was a faint hope, supposing that a ride with me was preferable to getting soaked but clearly it was not enough. The rains continued, week on week it seemed, somehow I managed to coax the ageing vehicle to life each morning despite it being over thirty years old, which at least meant I could get in the bathroom after Angie and the other girls had left BDSM to catch the asian bus.awkward. There was something about Angie, the shape of her neck, those pear shaped breasts, the blue eyes, that long golden hair, maybe even her haughty manner that got under my skin in a way Amanda and Charlotte the other housemates never managed to do. Fridays were worst, most Fridays we had a gig somewhere for our little rock band, and straight after the last lectures we would set off with the amps and drum kit squeezed into my tiny van and the rest of the kit and the lads in Tom's Mondeo station wagon. I remember one night, she was in our lounge, drunk, I thought, when I returned, her pink knees framed a pair of brown buttocks as some new guy took his pleasure with her, another negro, she liked negroes. I felt physically sick. He pulled away as he heard me, "Fuck you pervert" he said as he threw the glistening used condom in the fireplace. I saw she had shaved her pubes, her slit glistened obscenely between her slightly reddened abused lower lips. "I'm sorry," was all I could say as I closed the door and heard them burst into uncontrollable giggles. My second year rolled on, the Band became more popular, Gigs rolled in, every weekend. The gigs were great, well sometimes people stopped yelling long enough for us to hear ourselves play, but after two or three twenty minute sets, then dismantling everything and loading the van the evening seemed to be gone, but usually I was home before Angie put in an appearance in the early hours, after an evening in the Bondage bar then on to an expensive nightclub with her "Friends." then she would be belting out pop songs in completely the wrong key in that high soprano voice of hers, the sort that smashes wine glasses and kills rats at fifty paces. Bill sat for a long moment they all knew he would be the deal breaker, “mom to be honest I’ve jerked off a lot thinking about fucking you. Do you understand?" "Sounds good, tell me where you want me to be?" “It’s true!” I exclaimed in almost a sob, trying to keep quiet like Master said while my desperation sung through my words, “Mistress brought down a hillside, she formed a statue of me from nothing, she ripped the bedrock from beneath the sand, and she re-forged the blade of Iona! What kind of bad guys take care of a slave?” She nodded solemnly. I knew I was dealing with a somewhat damaged and repressed virgin. "Our parents left it to us before they passed and we've been running it ever since." Smiling the leader spoke, "tick tock, you only have seconds to administer the healing blow." I had been very unhappy with my life. "Sorry." I told him everything going on at home. A few seconds japanese later, Kiara exited the house, calling to her mum one last time before shutting the door and turning to tread BDSM carefully down the path. His hand slipping up the back of her skirt and squeezing her round ass. I remember you being in there,” she rubbed his hand on her belly, in wider and wider circles. It seemed that it would eat anything organic, except living tissue. Yes Mistress, she responded. I replied “absolutely, anything else Bondage is just rude”. When Simon came home from work a couple hours later, I poured some inexpensive wine and served cumshot him dinner. You're a natural at this." You're just such a naughty thing, aren't you?” I switched off, first sucking one tit, then the other, back and forth. asian Words were occasionally spoken, but they were always just names, either Lena or Michael.