It was a short trip that Cindi spent lookingbroodingly out the window. She had found herself washing and styling herhair in to a long wave. Her body was silky smooth and moisturised. Shehad applied make-up expertly and dressed in a lacy thong with matchingpush-up bra. A white camisole top and a pair of tight pink jeans werecomplemented by her necklace and a selection of bangles. She had had aquick light breakfast tossing some fruit into her bag. Then after aquick inconsequential and nervous chat with Eleanor picked up her largeshoulder bag packed with girlish essentials and her notebooks and headedoff.Classes looked rough. They were all literature and design. Nothingshe, as Karl, had dealt with before. She joined the throngs first viaadministration and then into the days lecture halls. She had tried hardto keep to herself, but she found that impossible as she met otherstudent's eyes and was drawn into conversations. She tried, and mostlysucceeded, in keeping her20own contributions. The footsteps came again walking round to the side of her and she felt a hand squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple. She was surprised to feel her pussy start to feel the familiar tingle as her nipple hardened from the attention of the unknown hand.There was movement on the bed, first at the side of her, then below. Fingers held her pussy lips open and she felt a tongue start lapping at her. Screaming she tried desperately to move, her legs, arms, feet. But she was bound in a position where the only thing she could do was cause herself harm. The tongue worked itself deeper and deeper into her. She cried out and groaned, then it made its way over her clit causing her to became more 'verbal' dripping juices of unwanted arousal.The tongue lapped at her constantly for a couple of minutes so much so that she could feel an orgasm started to aproach.Just as she could feel it build, the tongue stopped and she was left feeling a little disapointed if she was honest.There was a rustling sound.
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