It was joint. She hadn't had one in ages. The last time hadn't been so good, but at least this time she'd be alone. Taking the joint back to her room,...she placed it on the desk beside her and turned on her computer, making her way to the College website. The joint was promptly forgotten.Elaine posted eloquent responses to a couple of questions regarding her comment on the virtue of Jean-Paul Sartre's profound and poignant La Nausée as 'the birth of Existentialism' rather than the more obtuse. ”“I know we use the land. The land belongs to none.”“Too true.”“Laura, this is Steve. Steve, this is Laura. She is from Italy.”“Italy is in Europe. I learned that in school. Julius Caesar and Columbus and Galileo were from Italy. I greet you, Laura.”“Hello, Steve.”“Welcome.”“We’ll ride ahead. May we?”“The way is free.”We rode a bit further. I could tell that Laura was thinking, so I didn’t disturb her. But when we came to a largish clearing, I said “Here we are.”There were six or eight children. Until then you have time to reconsider becoming my pet, although I doubt you will change your mind. She pulled me up and kissed me, more tenderly than I have ever been kissed. Once she broke it, she repeated an earlier thought. You desperately need this, my pet. You are clearly not getting the training you need from your boyfriend. I bet he is even clueless to your desperate desire to submit to him, isnt he? Yes, I replied with a sigh. As you wait for my text, which may come tomorrow, a week. I comply. Brandi voraciously pulls down my jeans and boxers to expose my already throbbing cock. First Brandi slides the tip into her mouth, then she goes deeper and deeper until her bottom lip is resting against my balls. Each time she goes up she tickles the head of cock with her tongue. Then down and I can feel the back of her throat with the head of my cock. Brandi adds her hand, stroking me up and down each time she devours my cock.Brandi licks her index finger from her free hand to lube.