An Invitation To Watch

There was nothing at all unusual about the backpack at first glance. It did all of the things backpacks tend to do, like hold things. Holding things is somewhat important for backpacks. It was a small backpack though. Clearly this was meant for some sort of child on her first day of school, not thong wearing college girls rushing between art classes. It amused you a little bit. She had this strange mix of innocence and naughtiness that was just intoxicating. Like you could pull her legs apart to fuck her, and while you may have done it a hundred times, she might still mewl like a virgin.

Another thing worth noting was that while there school supplies in this backpack, none of them seemed to be for any classes she was currently taking. The old notebook with some Japanese character you'd never seen before on the cover claimed to be from a high school class three years ago. Now, this would be fine if it didn't raise the question, why would she be dragging along the backpack that she doesn't even currently use?

An answer of sorts would be found later. Once you return to your dorm room, you notice that in the front pocket of the backpack, there is a note, written out in the kind of penmanship that looks like it was written with pink glitter. All full of hearts and swirls. The note said "Website - Kittycamplaypen.com, Password: FindersKeepers06."

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