1 comments/ 58742 views/ 9 favorites The Unusual Professor By: Curious_J Damn, this is so hot! Teresa sat on the couch, stunned at what she was seeing. On the screen before her she could see her room mate, Jenni, across the knee of a early forties woman. Both were naked, with the older lady spanking the younger Asian girl in a steady pace, alternating between both full cheeks. What was even more interesting is that instead of Jenni trying to escape, she seemed to be moving her ass higher towards the blow. She was also noticeably wet. The older lady may have some appearance of age, but she looked for all the world like a professor, with nice, open face and small tits. She was slim, more from working out, Teresa assumed, than from anything else. Her body looked toned, and a great overall tan indicated that she bathed quite regularly, and in the nude, for she had no tan line. But at the moment, she was enjoying the firm, ripe ass of Jenni bouncing to her blows, with a look of glee in her eyes betraying the aura of an angry woman. "That's it you whore!! Only a true bitch in heat would take this spanking and love it! That's what you are, a dirty, well spanked whore!" barked the woman. Teresa sat stunned, as she saw her room mate moan all the louder to the insults, all the while the woman spanked her. It was obvious that the woman spanking the Asian girl was enjoying herself, her nipples stiff and her cheeks flushed. The assault continued, as the moans of Jenni turned louder and louder with each spank. Man, I'm soaked! thought Teresa, as she saw the video, still stunned at what the package turned out to be. It was a closely guarded secret that Teresa, also an Asian woman of Japanese decent, that she wanted to be spanked and treated like a slut. She had confessed to Jenni one drunken night about her desire, but she had never indicated that she would be interested in another woman being her top, mainly because she had not yet grown accustomed to the idea that she has of late been turned on more and more by women.. And now here was her room mate, enjoying it! Quickly pausing the video, she looked at the package to see any clue to the sender. It's only return address was a post office address, but with no name. Judging by the home setting but quality lighting, this might be a high class home video. Oh fuck it, I need to cum! Shrugging out of her jeans and plain T-shirt, Teresa sat back down on the couch and decided to tease herself before continuing. Trailing her fingers over her breast, she enjoyed the feeling of her wet pussy and cool air. She could imagine herself, over the knee of the woman, begging to be a whore. She could feel her ass tingling as she felt the blows, and wondered what it would be like, smelling another woman's heat and wanting to lick her in gratitude. Resuming the video, Jenni was still being beaten, but now the blows were more spaced out, much to Jenni's chagrin. It seems that the cute girl was close to orgasm, and it was evident, as her breath was more hoarse, and the knee of the older woman was drenched. "Oh, look at what the little slut has done to herself! She's gone and wet her Mummy's leg like a naughty girl! Such a slutty whore you are!" Exclaimed the woman, to which Jenni hung her head down in shame. Teresa moaned out loud and teased her nipples, as the older woman continued to spank her charge, but now at a slower and more measured pace, much to the frustration of Jenni. I seems as though Jenni was close to orgasm! How someone can come from a spanking alone thrilled Teresa, and she quickly placed two fingers onto her pussy lips, teasing them as she watched the scene unfold. "Oh no, dirty sluts like you don't get to come so easily! Did you think of Mummy's needs when she asked you to suck her pussy like a good girl? No, you complained and made it so it was a big chore! So instead of you licking my pussy, you get a spanked ass! No, no more for you, go into the corner!" barked the woman. Jenni got up, a bit unsteadily, and bowed to her mistress as she walked over to the corner. It seems she had been there a lot, as she immediately opened her legs and spread her arms above her head. Her spanked ass was a delightful sight to Teresa, who was awed at just how slutty her room mate could be. Her hand was moving of it's own violation, a blur of speed as she watched her roommate, who she had known for a year, spread herself, as if she was waiting for some one to take her, use her. "You!" the older woman replied, seeming directing the camera "I want you over here, to please your mistress!" "Yes, Mistress" a southern drawl replied, before yet another woman stepped into the scene. She did not seem as old as her mistress, but rather seemed to be only less older. She was a perfection of a mature blonde lady, with her hair flowing all the say to her ass as she walked to her mistress. She, unlike Jenni, didn't seem to mind her being naked, which also boasted amble breast for sucking, and a trimmed pussy, very noticeable for being wet. Her as had the unmistakable colour of a ass recently spanked. She was also wearing a collar, with a leash attached. When she arrived to her mistress, she immediately went down onto her knees and presented her leash to the mistress, who took it firmly. For a while the looked at each other's bodies, the blonde woman looking at her mistress with warm eyes, while the older mistress looked on with lust. Then the mistress seemed to collect her self and addressed the slave. "I have a treat for you, my dear. You have performed your duties well, and I always reward my most loyal servants." the mistress said, before she turned around and opened her ass cheeks. " Lick my ass, slave, and enjoy yourself for it" "Oh, thank you, Mistress!" the blonde enthused, much to the curiosity of Teresa. What kind of woman, she asked, would enjoy licking another's ass? Her question was answered with the response of the blonde. She leaned forward and placed one gentle, soft kiss on the pink rosebud, to which her mistress sighed. Taking this as her cue, she then proceeded to lick in long, sure lines, never seeming to touch the woman's soaked pussy. Her mistress obliged to help with her pleasure, by holding her ass cheeks wide and lewdly, all while the blonde licked and slurped at the ass, seeming to treat it as a most precious gift. Teresa then noticed one hand of the blonde stroking her ass cheeks, while the other played with her nipples. "Oh yes, just like that! I can see your feeling your beaten ass, you slut! I remember so well this morning, how you asked me to spank you, at the kitchen table! You never wear clothes anymore, and you were so cute and horny! I should know, you were so wet just from when you woke up! Most probably dreaming of countless women, all of different races, treating you like the down and dirty slut you are! Oh yes, I can see how you closed your eyes as you were spanked over the table, asking for more while you played with your nipples! Pinch them!" the mistress barked, to which the blonde pinched hard, and moaned the louder. Teresa moaned loudly. Never before had she seen such natural display's of submission and arousal. Her hands had been making a wet mess with her pussy, she was so wet! Then she felt the first trickle touch her asshole, and she shuddered. This is how sluts should feel, wet and naughty and desperate and feeling fuckable. A piece of quivering flesh, something animal, bestial. One hand on her pussy, she let the other hand hold her buttocks open, letting the juices pool around her asshole. One finger tracing her rosebud, she felt naughty. Then with a sudden urge, she pushed her finger, and was surprised how quick it went in, and how nice it made her feel. While gearing up for a second finger (oh, she wanted to have a cock shoved in!) her attention was brought to the cries of pleasure of the screen. The older woman had stopped cussing and cursing, instead her mouth was open and her eyes tightly closed. The noise of the blonde mouth working her asshole was loud and sloppy, as she raked her nails down her beaten ass, growling and moaning like a dog. The mistress then tensed, and howled in pleasure as her ass started to shake. Her orgasm was powerful, and she lost all control of herself, shaking herself around and arching her back, which pushed her further onto the tongue that was buried into her ass. Teresa lost control. Roughly shoving three fingers into her wet pussy, the biggest amount she has ever, she cries out as her body goes into over-drive. Briefly she wonders how her orgasm could not have melted her body, she forgets all about the video, all about what the world is, who she was, all that was important ceased to exist as her pussy, her cunt, her honey-pot was all that was important, it was essential to keep rubbing, to keep shoving, to keep pinching her nipples harder and rougher until there was no end, over and over and over..!! Finally, after the last shuddering breath is sighed, and Teresa is panting with the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. The people in the video seem to be experiencing the same type of exertion, while the older mistress slunk down into the chair, the same one to which she held Jenni captive over her knee. It was a beautiful sight, a thoroughly satisfied woman. The blond seemed anxious to cum herself, having not had her release, but she had discontinued with her abuse of her ass. The woman than seemed to look directly at the camera, clear that she was about to say something. "Hello Teresa, my name is Professor Madison White, and I have a particular offer for you to think about. If you're interested , keep this tape on. If you are not, I hope that you understand that you must not allow this tape to any authority at the given time. But one way or another, your friend Jenni will be coming home to you, and you must have a answer to my proposal. I will give you two minutes time to decide." To Be Continued... The Unusual Professor Ch. 02 Teresa stared at the screen, amazed at how tempting the offer stood before her. Just moments before, she had had one of the best orgasms in her life, sprawled on the chair as she watched the scene before her unfold. She felt relaxed, her hand on her pussy, not rubbing or caressing, but rather keeping her hand on herself , a reminder that there may be more to see. Slightly covered in a sheen of sweat, she held her breath anxiously as the woman on the screen adjusted her own naked self, a little bit more straight backed and her eyes coming to thoughts and emotions. Clearly, the woman was thinking about what she was about to say, and it surprised Teresa the sheer intelligence the woman had in just her commanding presence. Whatever the woman was about to offer, she had already thought about how to go about it. The other two women in the scene have also adjusted themselves. The blonde, eyes glazed with a sexual heat, simply sat on her haunches, her naked form open and blatantly on display to the camera. Jenni had been ordered away from the wall and now stood behind the woman. Teresa was startled to notice that Jenni seemed relaxed, despite the way she was switching from foot to foot. Evidently, she must be going crazy with a wet pussy but no permission to touch it. Then the older woman, the one in charge, cleared her voice and spoke. Her voice was very rich and clear, and seemed comforble talking in the nude, as though she was simply discussing the weather. “Hello Teresa, my name is Professor Lilith Smith, Lily to my friends. As you have probably guessed, this video is obviously very sexual in nature, but you must be a bit curious as to who I am, and how it is this video came about coming into your possession’ ‘I’m a professor currently teaching at the University opposite the one you attend. Rest assured that myself and Jenni are not breaking any rules that would implicate both her or I in any school rules. As you are both clearly over the age of 18, what we do with our own selves behind closed doors does not concern neither the board nor anyone else of authority.’ ‘The reason for this tape coming to you is that some of my colleagues, and a few of my lovers, have been noticing that you have been awkward lately around women, getting flustered and blushing a lot. One can deduce that you are clearly becoming attracted to the female form. This is a perfectly natural part of you, however sometimes it has been the trying times of young people to be able to explore their sexualities with like minded people so that they can grow and adapt to new experiences. With this in mind, about 12 years ago, I started to bring about me young women with intelligence and potential, but also with the same feelings that you are currently experiencing. A natural dominate person, I tended to get submissive to follow me. Usually I have been able to secure some women while they live in my house while doing their courses, usually for 3 to 4 years. The only current submissive I have retained is Jo here’ Lily waved her hand in the direction of the blonde woman on her haunches. ‘Now, how does the idea of being able to explore your sexuality reflect on your life? I believe, that with daily exposure and conversation, one can break down many social taboo’s that you are engrained since childhood. This will result in three positive outcomes, which to this day have not been proven wrong to me. The first is that you will become less stressed about the small things in life. Having something about your personality secured and understood will mean that you will be more free and open to new ideas. This can only be achieved though constant exposure of your own naked self, because we can only create our own personality once we are comforble with our own skin. ‘The second benefit is that your sexual need will be taken care of. Now obviously I am not talking about you using your hand to relieve yourself. While living with me here in my house, I will constantly pit your imagination and enthusiasm through many different challenges and kinks. And while I confess that I will be undoubtly turned on my the display you will create for me, this will help you be able to concentrate on your studies and your social life outside of the house, as you will have a outlet that can help with stress as well as your personal goal of sexual satisfaction. ‘And finally, you will be safe and protected throughout the stay with us here. Yes, there is a measure of violence that comes with being here, whether that be by spankings and much more, but I make all the girls sign a contract that states that every two months, they go to a certified doctor of the uni campus to evaluate any threats to your health. I take no pleasure in permanently damaging anyone in my care. As you can see from Jo here, she enjoys any form of a spanking, while Jenni here has only just come into my care a month ago, but as you have guessed, she is more aroused by shame and her lust. Always bare in mind that I will have a safe word used before each session, and the use of it does not offend me. I want you to trust me, Teressa, and I value people’s trust more than others. Now, I have one more thing to take care of, which is Jenni tonight. The reason why Jenni has been punished is that she refused to pleasure her mistress with her mouth, instead opting for a few minutes extra sleep. She has spent the day with a butt plug inserted and some of the professors that I know, and share in my lifestyle, have been delighted in calling Jenni into their office’s and have her present her ass, and compliment on just how much it’s going to receive tonight. Because the offence was made to me today, but it does not have any long reaching effects, I try and conclude the punishments by the end of the day.” Teressa sat there, stunned. This sounds so much like a good deal, yet there was a panic rising up. How can she think to leave her dorm room and move in with a domineering mistress? What about all her friends, about the drama of convincing her parents that it’s better for her? No one would quite believe that moving into a house of a older woman for sexual satisfaction is without consequences! She sat up a bit more in the chair and watched the video, a bit more anxious now. “Alright slut!” Mistress Lily barked to Jenni “go and get the black strap on! Yes, you know the one. Do you think I wasn’t going to fuck that nasty pussy of yours? Your right, maybe I should force it up that ass of yours and have you visit the teachers for a free fuck? Now, move!” Jenni rushed out of the camera range, and by the sound of the running, she was going up some stairs. Then Mistress Lily turned to Jo, a cruel smile on her lips. “When the slut comes back, you’ll be putting on the strap, whore. But I’ve already taken that ass of yours too far, so you won’t get anything else, you pain slut” said Mistress Lily. Jo looked disappointed, but as soon as Jenni came back with the strap-on, she cleared up. Standing up, she proceed to wrap the strap-on on herself, while Mistress Lily hugged Jenni form behind. “Your going to mount that cock, whore, and I’m going to cane you” said Mistress Lily “ and you’re going to not come until I tell you to. If you do come before I give permission, tomorrow I’m going to call up some of my friends, and you’ll be there pet for a day. I can only imagine how much you’ll be sorry by if you do”. Jenni, looking scared (or was that a curl of a smile on her lips) walked over to Jo, who lay on her back, a black shining dildo standing proud from her loins. It wasn’t so much long as it was thick, about six inches high but at least three, maybe four wide. The purpose of the dildo, Teressa assumed, was to force the hips out lewdly for the cane. Jenni also came to that conclusion, bending her wet pussy by her knees on to the cock. She moaned quite wantonly at the entrance, while Mistress Lily walked to a side of the room and picked up a simple yet flexible cane. “Jo, tease and pinch her nipples while I cane the slut. Do every trick on her nips as you can, because the more I think about my friends and her ass, I almost come! Jenni, you’ll receive six of the best and your hips better keep moving in rhythm. Ah such obedience! Look at you, you whore! Jo’s biting your nipples as all you can do is moan like a bitch in heat! Right, you better count these, because if you miss one, you earn another stripe, is that clear?” Cooed Mistress Lily, clearly aroused by the sight, her hand rubbing her cunt-lips while she witness the display. “Yes, mistress! Oh, Please hurry, your Slut wants to come so much!” cried Jessi, seemingly forgotten about the camera and the fact that her roommate will be watching her. Ssswwiiisshh-CRACK! “One Mistress, thank you!” Ssswwiiisshh-CRACK! “OOh, Two mistress, thank you!” Ssswwiiisshh-CRACK! “Arrgghh, T-three mistress, thank you” Mistress Lily had paused her assault, while she heard her two sluts moaning and withering. Jo may have one side of the dildo in her own seeping pussy, but it does not mean she is not being affected. Kissing and licking and biting the nipples before her, she fights valiantly not orgasm herself, as she needs her mistress’s permission. Jenni, on the other hand, her hips moving on their own accord now, seemed beside herself with lust, as well as the mix of her burning ass and full pussy. Damn, she’s going to come soon if Mistress Lily doesn’t start again, said Teressa, her hand once again finding it’s home between her legs. Teressa, with a sudden inspiration, decides to get onto her knees, and opens her legs lewdly. It feels so naughty, yet her body sings with the thrill of the blood rush and her pussy, exposed to cool air, begs to be caressed, to be touched till it’s satisfied. Oh, how the scene’s turn her on so! Ssswwiiisshh-CRACK! “Ooo-hh, Four Mistress, Thank you!!” Ssswwiiisshh-CRACK! Sobbing now, the “Five Mistress, thank you!” could barely be heard over the strain of the woman being punished. All Jenni could do now was dig her nails into her palms, forcing herself to not come. The ministrations of Jo beneath her were tantalizing, and Jenni really did not want to be a piece of fuck meat to her Mistress friends, even though it causes her mind to go into over-drive of swollen cunt lips and heaving breasts. Ssswwiiisshh-CRACK! “Oh, thank you Mistress, that’s six Mistress, please can I come Mistress?!” “Not yet!” Barks Mistress Lily, as she places the cane down and walks over to the women fucking on the carpet. Standing in front of Jenni, who is bouncing harder and harder on the plastic cock, Mistress Lily opened her legs and showed Jenni her wet pussy. “You see this, you slut? This morning all I asked was that you lick me, but no, you only thought about yourself! Isn’t this nice, juicy pussy with the attention, or is it your own sleep important?” Mistress Lily cooed, as she fingered her own pussy in front of the anxious Jenni. “I’m so sorry Mistress, let me make it up to you Mistress, let me make you come1 I’m a worthless slut who only thinks about herself, please let me make you come Mistress, I want to make you happy Mistress” wailed Jenni, so close to the edge now. “Good Slut!” Shouted Mistress Lily, as she forced the eager mouth onto her pussy. She might as well have used a vacuum, Jenni sucked so hard! She was close now herself, and satisfied from tonight’s session, that she decided the reward should be appropriate now. “Slut’s, cum now!! Fuck each other, hurt each other, scream……!” Screamed Mistress Lily, as her whole body convulsed in her orgasm. She was faintly aware that Jenni was holding her by the hips, so that she would not fall. Jenni slammed herself down on Jo, knowing the vibrations would tip Jo over the edge. Sure enough, Jo started to buck her hips Just as Jenni orgasm herself, her Mistress throbbing pussy in her mouth and her cunt full. She knows she’s come wet, as the inner legs of both herself and Jo are soaked with her juices, their tangy smell filling the room with heat. And Teressa came, eyes rolling into her head as she heard the loud fucking in the background. Her body shook, her hips moving on the power of orgasm, until she too moaned loudly as she came, images of punished red asses and doleful eager faces with wet cunts crashed into her, until her fingers touched her clit again and she lost all control of herself!!! Yes, she thought, I will defiantly check this offer out. I wonder when Jenni will get back? The Unusual Professor Ch. 03 Teresa, exhausted after watching the video that she had discovered the previous night, had fallen asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow. Anticipating that Jenni might be returning by the morning to greet Teresa, she was disappointed to wake up to a empty room, with barely an hour to spare before the first lecture of the day. Deciding that she needed to have a shower, she picked up her toiletries and proceeded to the communal bathroom. Teresa's parents had been insistent that, should their daughter receive the best of education, that she must at least live in a all women's dorm. Believing that this might restrain their daughter from making any dire choices in the arms of a horny young man, Teresa smiles to herself as she enters the bathroom. It's not the boys they should've been worried about, Teresa mused to herself. Removing her clothes as she prepared to have a shower, she exchanged some pleasantries with the other women in the bathroom. While her experience last night was still fresh in her mind, she drifted into a fantasy while she stepped into the hot water. Looking around at the bathroom, her mind started to change the shape of it, revealing something of a sinister and seductive imagination that she had. The room has tiled beautifully, thanks to the arts and interior design department, and the shower stalls offered ample space for the people using them. But in Teresa's mind, she saw something different entirely. There was no privacy that was allowed, she thought. She imagined tall and cruel mistresses, assigned to the morning shift of toilet monitoring. The women, sorted upon applying to the university, were divided upon whom was submissive and who was dominate. Those who were submissive wore a collar of black leather, with a stainless ring to which a leash could be attached. The dominates, who were allocated specific shower time, would enter to the arms of the slaves who would care and ensure that their mistresses are well attended to. The slaves would enter the room, already naked and present themselves to the mistresses and their attention. Should the slaves have to go to the toilet, they would be make to squat, humiliated, as the cold eyes of the mistress would monitor the slaves as they relieved themselves in front of an audience. Then checking to a health schedule, the mistresses-in-training would then apply, to the unlucky few, a enema of warm water. Chained to a leather horse, the nozzle would be unceremoniously forced up the anuses of the slaves, their moans and cries ignored as they are flushed. The sounds of the occasional slap to a naked ass would resound in the bathroom, mute testimony that even this ritual was not above punishment. Then it would be time for the shower. A mistress-in-training would take a quick inspection of the slaves, noting any hair that would need to be removed and smelling to see if the skin and hair was to be washed. Lined up in a row of six, each slave is again chained to the wall, only this time their hands as well would be bound above their heads as they would wait, in the damp room, until the lowliness of slaves, those sentenced to duties for the crime of cheating on their mistresses, would come to clean them. Six disgraced slaves to clean six slaves apiece, the punishment evident from the looks on their faces, butt plugged and nipple clamped, they are forced to clean their betters slaves. And they would be rough and cruel, thought Teresa, as she soaped her body and let her mind drift, forced to clean female body after female body, denied to pleasure themselves until they begged and groveled for their mistress forgiveness. Feeling the tingle as her body became warmer and more sensitive to the ministrations of her shower, Teresa's mind continued to wander, as the mistresses would smile and joke among themselves, as the slaves squealed and moaned as their bodies were washed and scrubbed to sheen with the glow of soap and sweat, for the shower was indeed hot. It was not uncommon that the washing slaves would occasionally tease the vulva of their bound sister slaves, or to pinch the offered nipples. While the shower would not last any longer than ten minutes, all women by the end of their shower would be left panting and moaning, not from the heat of the water itself nor the touch of the women who had cleaned them, but for simply being six women in heat at the beginning of the day. Even though this was a daily event, it was noted this was the fastest way to make the women hot and ready and willing. It is the drying, however, that presents the most unusual. The slaves, now free of the bondage that held them, would be given a few minutes to brush their teeth and attend to any parts of them that the washing slaves may have missed. They are then herded into a separate part of shower facility, where fresh towels, already warmed up, would be awaiting them. Ordered to quickly dry themselves, they are then told to bend over and present their anuses for inspection, holding their ass cheeks apart as they were scrutinized. It would not be uncommon to hear the moan of a slave as the mistress would taste a slave, or insert a finger into the proffered pussies on display. The problem with the inspection, many a slave will have mused, is that they can go on for as long as those that are inspecting them wishes it to. Oh, the shame of being bent over, ass and pussy on display for a mistress to deem acceptable! Teresa woke herself up at that point, realizing that she had been pinching her nipples and caressing her ass. Realizing that she could be late for her class, she quickly turned the shower off and proceeded to dry herself. Opening her doors that gave her a sense of privacy, she was slightly relieved that there was no one to see her exit. Just when she thought herself in the clear and free to leave, she heard a moan from the next door. It was soft over the sound of water running, but Teresa heard it. On a impulse, she leant closer to the stall and listened. Sure enough, the unmistakable sound came again, and this time her imagination went into over-drive. She imagined herself, collared and clean after the shower ritual, dried and inspected, when the head mistress of the morning shift would enter the room. Consulting a list, she informs the slaves in the room that one of them has earned additional points for service and has been granted the chance to come. The head mistress, however, was renowned for her imagination, and sure enough sat down and extended her leather clad boot in front of her. Ordering all the slaves to pay attention, she pointed to the petite red head, who obediently came forward. When she stood in front of the slave, she ran a finger along the very wet vulva, eliciting a shudder from the slave. Smiling cruelly, she pointed at her boot and the slave, blushing furiously, turned to face her sister slaves and lowered her aching pussy onto the boot. It is particularly humiliating, being made to masturbate in front of people. To force yourself to display your most private of rituals, as you feel your body become looser and warmer and sweatier. The slaves, however, have long since abandoned the pretence of dignity, and will take pleasures where offered. It is with this mind-frame that the red head closes her eyes and begins to rub, slowly at first, and then with increasing vigor. However, not one to shy away from a willing audience, she begins to exaggerate her hips and her moans become louder and throatier. Pinching her own nipples, her eyes closed as she smells the room's scents, of horny wet cunts and hears the low moaning of the slaves enduring an enema. The mistress, obviously aroused by the enthusiasm of the horny woman, watches closely as she is getting closer and closer to climax. All slaves are trained that self control over orgasm usually yields better experiences, and the mistress remembers her training well. Wrapping her hand in the luxurious red hair, she pulls the slave towards her, the slave's back arched as she runs her hands over the lithe body before her. Oh she is close! The women in the room, all silent, hear the erratic breathing, and the squelching of the slaves juices on the boot. Then, in the silence, the mistress whispers to the slave, and she comes, wailing and crying and begging, though she doesn't know what to beg for. Her orgasm envied and craved by some slaves, they watch with hungry eyes, knowing what she wants, what she craves, what they all crave. To be slaves, free forever bound in leather and chains.... Teresa shakes herself again, as the bathroom door has opened up and more women come in, chatting and laughing as their day begins. Teresa decides she needs to leave the bathroom and go back to her dorm room. If this is only the morning, what the hell will happen in the end of the day?