Rhonda led McKenzie to Rhonda's room. She knew her roommate's Becca and Felicity were already gone to class. Once inside, Rhonda locked the door. "Kneel!"

McKenzie, who was still sucking her thumb, knelt.

"Oh, I have your brush," said Rhonda. She went and got McKenzie's brush. She tossed it on the floor in front of McKenzie. "Shove the handle up your ass."

While sucking her thumb, McKenzie managed to pull her panties down and shove the handle of the hairbrush up her ass. She was trembling in fear, her eyes were wide, and she was blushing.

"Are you still dating Jackson Whitmore?"

McKenzie nodded.

"Stop sucking your thumb, call Jackson, and tell him you're breaking up with him because you found a nice elderly gentlemen who gives you a hundred dollars every time you suck his cock. Make it sound believable. Tell Jackson you love sucking cock and you can't limit yourself to just one at this time in your life."

McKenzie stopped sucking her thumb and reached into her purse for her phone. "Please don't..."

"No, only say what I told you to say."

McKenzie called her boyfriend. "Jackson, we have to break up.....yes...I found a nice elderly gentlemen who gives me a hundred dollars for every blowjob...No, I'm serious. I can't limit myself to just one cock at this time in my life....I'm sorry, but it's true. Bye." She hung up. She started to cry.

"No crying! Act like you enjoy obeying me!" Rhonda's anger and power over McKenzie was getting the best of her."

The door handle turned, then the sound of a click as the door was unlocked, and Felicity came in. "Class canceled, she said as she saw Rhonda, Professor...." She then saw McKenzie kneeling on the floor with something poking her skirt out. "What's going on?"