Did I feel silly, or was this a more natural thing for me. I can't really recall all the thoughts in my head on that day, but I know that I complied freely with his instructions.
The silence was broken by the sound of Carl's TV. I could hear him flicking through the channels until he settled on some sort of sports- baseball I think.
That was it I guessed. He decided to further humiliate me by leaving me standing in the corner of his dorm room, stripped to the waist, and simply go about his business.
His dorm room. Suddenly it hit me that we were in his dorm. He had a private room, but dorms were not really all that private, and I was sitting here pretty well exposed. How embarrassing that would be if one of our friends walked in the room. Would he let them come in? Would he leave me sta
