She made good time to Sawyer's condo. She let herself in and went straight to the bedroom where she knew the Professor waited for her. Sawyer lay nake... on the sheets, an array of toys already laid out and waiting. With a moan of her own, not unlike the one the frustrated cheerleader had made, Madison ripped her clothes off and tumbled into bed.Hours later, sweaty, panting and reeking of sex, Madison lay flat on her back reminding herself yet again how utterly grateful she was to have met. “That’s it! Just like that!” Leslie moaned. “I’m close. Don’t stop.” Leslie loved the light resistance of the man keeping her pinned to the bed along with his talented tongue. The man kept working Leslie’s clit and, as promised, her pussy began to spasm. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhh Yes!” she moaned. Her whole body was shaking as the man continued to suck on her clit, bringing her all the way through the powerful orgasm. As her body began to relax, the man disengaged his mouth. Leslie’s juices. Aah… I hate that! I went and switched on the TV. There it was, the same old melodrama was going on. I just ran a marathon of channels till I saw a channel showing Titanic. I started watching it for the 92nd time. After almost an hour came the scene I loved the most. The painting scene but that fucking censorship. I could not see anything. I switched off the Tv and went back to my room. And, there I was again busy watching porn. Time flew. It was almost midnight. The door bell rang. I knew who. I stood upright looking across the top of the car, only wearing my black brassiere, and put my arms on top and just stood there, making no effort to do anything else.I could hear the undergrowth crackle as he made directly for the car and when I sensed he was close behind me, I raised my foot onto the door stop and waited calmly.As he broke through the bushes I looked back at him, he was a big man and I smiled somewhat meekly, and looking forward I ducked down and lent into the car, leaving my.