The room was lighted only by the blaze in the fireplace. The giant bed was freshly turned down and Dianna Krall crooned softly in the background. Caro...ine was nowhere to be seen.Just then she appeared from the bathroom, freshly bathed and perfumed wearing her slut in black silk outfit. We both were rooted to the spot as she made her entrance. Her blond hair gleamed and her hard nipples strained with excitement against the tight bodice of the short black slip she was wearing. The hem of the slip. He grabbed what he needed for his first few classes, and made his way to the same classroom he had been fucking his teacher in less than an hour ago. And there she was sitting in the same seat she was when he left the room. He could barely notice a small wet spot on the floor which could only be drops of her cum when she had an orgasm on his cock. He took his seat and tried to pay attention as Ms. Dyers went on with the class. When the bell rang, Jake did his best to take his time gathering. These would grab her nipples evenly around the tip,holding them ever so tight. The silk cord led from the clamps, throughthe rings, around the simple pulley she'd fitted to the base of each set ofsupports, and into the bathroom, where the cords were looped over the showerrail and tied to a bucket, which was set underneath the shower head. Even though setting up the necessaryequipment had taken a little time, in fact longer than she'd originallythought, it hadn't dampened her excitement; if. Erica reached across to a small hand bell that sat on the table. She gave shook out two short rings.George was shocked when the door to the room opened and Deanna, dressed as a housemaid but in stilt high heels and with a red ball gag strapped into her mouth, appeared."Tea," Erica said peremptorily. Deanna gave a gagged growl, glared at George and teetered out of the room.George watched open mouth as she left. "But, but, she's a ... Well, isn't she?"Erica put down the forms for a moment. "I am.