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| - | It actually takes her much longer than she said. She comes back from the bathroom wearing a short denim skirt, long black and red striped socks, a black skull-marked t-shirt, a spiked collar, and dark lipstick and eye shadow. | + | It actually takes her much longer than she said. She comes back from the bathroom wearing a short denim skirt, long black-and-red-striped socks, a black skull-marked t-shirt, a spiked collar, and dark lipstick and eye shadow. |
The blonde seems to falter for a second. | The blonde seems to falter for a second. | ||
| - | "You didn't try and... | + | "You didn't try and... Huh." She frowns again. "Aren't you going to run?' |
| - | "I thought about it," you tell her | + | "I thought about it," you tell her. "But I figure you aren't going to do anything to me I don't want you to do anyway." You chuckle at her outfit, wondering if your future sexual experiences will be as interesting as this one. |
| - | The blonde's face turns a furious red as she glares at you menacingly, hands climbing to her hips | + | The blonde's face turns a furious red as she glares at you menacingly, hands climbing to her hips. "Do anything to you that you don't want me to do?" She flashes her teeth. "Alright slave, on my bed, now. Up, up." |
She crosses the room and slaps your ass twice, herding you to the bed. You comply and climb to your feet, getting onto it. | She crosses the room and slaps your ass twice, herding you to the bed. You comply and climb to your feet, getting onto it. | ||
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The blonde, growling, turns and gets on her knees beside the bed, her hand reaching under and withdrawing a set of handcuffs and small strand of hemp rope. | The blonde, growling, turns and gets on her knees beside the bed, her hand reaching under and withdrawing a set of handcuffs and small strand of hemp rope. | ||
| - | Grinning, you chuckle at her antics and sit facing her on the bed | + | Grinning, you chuckle at her antics and sit facing her on the bed. "Do you do this often?" You even offer her arms to her as she stands up. |
| - | "You're the first person to act this way," she says angrily | + | "You're the first person to act this way," she says angrily. "I don't get it, either. You're the most ripped guy I've gotten in here yet you're acting like you don't care..." She snaps the handcuffs around your wrists. Inwardly, you hope she has the key... |
When she steps forward to get the rope around your biceps, her tall form offers just the right angle for you to see past her high socks and up her short skirt. | When she steps forward to get the rope around your biceps, her tall form offers just the right angle for you to see past her high socks and up her short skirt. | ||
Current revision as of 02:21, 23 November 2008
It actually takes her much longer than she said. She comes back from the bathroom wearing a short denim skirt, long black-and-red-striped socks, a black skull-marked t-shirt, a spiked collar, and dark lipstick and eye shadow.
The blonde seems to falter for a second.
"You didn't try and... Huh." She frowns again. "Aren't you going to run?'
"I thought about it," you tell her. "But I figure you aren't going to do anything to me I don't want you to do anyway." You chuckle at her outfit, wondering if your future sexual experiences will be as interesting as this one.
The blonde's face turns a furious red as she glares at you menacingly, hands climbing to her hips. "Do anything to you that you don't want me to do?" She flashes her teeth. "Alright slave, on my bed, now. Up, up."
She crosses the room and slaps your ass twice, herding you to the bed. You comply and climb to your feet, getting onto it.
The blonde, growling, turns and gets on her knees beside the bed, her hand reaching under and withdrawing a set of handcuffs and small strand of hemp rope.
Grinning, you chuckle at her antics and sit facing her on the bed. "Do you do this often?" You even offer her arms to her as she stands up.
"You're the first person to act this way," she says angrily. "I don't get it, either. You're the most ripped guy I've gotten in here yet you're acting like you don't care..." She snaps the handcuffs around your wrists. Inwardly, you hope she has the key...
When she steps forward to get the rope around your biceps, her tall form offers just the right angle for you to see past her high socks and up her short skirt.
You:
- Look up her skirt.
- Tell her you can see up her skirt.
- Tell her the color of her panties.
- Don't look.
| Welcome to the University | |||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Nothing | |
| Gender | Male | ||
| Height | 6 feet | ||
| Weight | 195 lbs | ||
