Give Sandra a hand

"Get up, Ms. Morelli, bend over the table." Both you and Sandra are surprised by the command but the lovely coed obeys without a murmur of protest. With her hands resting on the heavy oak table her jeans-covered ass is pushed out invitingly and you climb out of your seat to stand directly behind her with your hands on her shoulders.

"I'm not going to chain your wrists, but I want you to keep your hands on the table no matter what, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, now tell me more about what the evil guard does to your innocent young Lawful Good Cleric when he has her at his mercy." If Vivian ever finds out what you are doing to her sweet roommate there is going to be Hell to pay, but at the moment you are too wound up to do the right thing. "Be specific, I want to hear every nasty detail." Sandra seems eager enough to play out Rae's torment and judging by what you heard through the bathroom door there is only one way this can possibly end. Instead of describing what happens to her character Sandra once again slips into the role of the Damsel-in-Distress.

"Please Mister, no one has ever touched my breasts like that." That is more than enough of an invitation for you and you reach around her to gently fondle the fat tits that are hanging just above the table. Your last girlfriend never wore bras. She never needed to, for that matter your high-school girlfriend was barely more than an A-cup either. Being able to caress the huge fleshy mounds of this conservative Jewish woman, even through her clothes, is at the same time exhilarating and terrifying, but there is no way you can stop, not by a long shot. Once again the lovely brunette finds a way to guide you without breaking character.

"They're so sensitive, don't be so rough." Taking her objection as a recommendation you squeeze the two breasts even harder making her tender flesh bubble out between your fingers like clay in a potter's hands. This apparently is exactly what the needy Sophomore wanted because she drops even lower onto her forearms and grinds her backside against the hard bulge that is threatening to burst your zipper. "Oh please, not my nipples ..." even through her bra and T-shirt you can feel the swollen teats and you turn your attention to the most sensitive tips pinching and twisting the hard nubs between your finger as she moans.

After a few delightful minutes playing with Sandra's tits you turn your attention to exploring more of her lovely anatomy. At first Sandra stiffens as she feels your hand start to wander lower, but she doesn't object as you slide over her lower ribs to the soft flesh of her stomach.

More than once Vivian complained to you about how hard it is for her roommate to feel comfortable with her body in this 'age of unrealistic male expectations and body shaming'. Vivian of course lays the blame on today's male dominated culture as she explains that her friend spends an hour every day in the gym sweating away on the stationary bikes and rowing machines just to try to look like some stupid Barbie Doll.

In addition to being self-conscious about her nose she told you in confidence, Sandra is overly sensitive about her weight so you and your 'asshole friends' had better not make jokes about her looks. Vivian's warnings were a waste of time. As far as you are concerned, Sandra's curvy features are close to perfect. Yes, she has a slight bump where the tight jeans are belted around her waist, and yes there is a softness to her hips that by Hollywood standards might not be ideal, but you wouldn't change a thing about Sandra's feminine curves.

"Oh, not my butt too!" The clever young woman subtly encourages you. "With only my skimpy loin-cloth there's almost nothing to protect my smooth flesh.

Sandra's not wearing a loincloth, but the jeans that are stretched tightly over her ass do almost as little to protect her modesty from your examination. The hours spent on the exercise bike have this lovely ass firm and toned.

"Spread your legs, ****." You growl softly taking the initiative for the first time. "Let's see if you are going to be a hot fuck for whoever buys you from the auction block." With a whimper of excitement and fear Sandra tightly clenched legs open allowing you access to the mound between her soft thighs. "More, ****." You growl as you kick gently at her ankles, "you're not some modest debutante anymore, you're nothing but meat for men to enjoy. You are more than a little surprised at how easy it is for you to play the role of the sadistic guard, some other time you may have to give that some serious thought, but right now it is exactly what Sandra needs.

"Please, I'm begging you." She gasps even as she spreads her legs so wide that her stomach is resting on the table. "No man has ever touched me like this, I don't want to be used like some needy whore."

"But that's what you are." You are merciless as your fingers press the seam of her jeans up into her sex, "a horny little wench just waiting for a man to tame her and make her his toy."

"No ... not that... I'm not a slut ... Noooo ... Oh Fuck NOOO!!!" With that her hand slaps against the tabletop loudly and her whole body jerks as a wet spot appears just where your fingers have been rubbing. "Saint Cuthbert forgive me!" Sandra moans softly as she lies face down gasping for breath and grinding her pelvis against the edge of the table and your fingers.