How could they? This couldn't be. They couldn't do this. It was wrong. It was disgusting. She was almost in tears reading it.It said: "Your tampering ...ould have cost every student at this college thousands of dollars in misplaced scholarships, financial aid, and lost tutition checks. Therefore, you will make it up to every student individually. You will be the slave of each student for 24 hours at a time. The order will be determined by lottery. Be ready in one week."That week dragged slowly. I could almost hear her thoughts, that this was not exactly the romantic tumble she had anticipated. And placing her in this position was not how she wanted to consummate our first 'love' making session.That is partially why I was doing it - forcing her out of her shell. It was like fucking her tits - her husband told me he never even thought about it when I asked so I had guessed neither had she. But I had seen the pleasure written upon her face - Mrs. Abbey loved getting her milky-white tits. His hands found her breasts as they walked through the doorway to her living room. Erica turned around to give him better access. She as proud of her breasts and found nipple stimulation to particularly effective. He spent several minutes in the view of her open apartment door, sucking on her breasts and letting his strong hands roam around the rest of the curves of her body, her ass, her thighs, her back, her neck, her face. Eventually, she was getting to worked up to let him continue. She. She quickly grabbed my fully erect cock still trapped in my pants and tightie whities. She grabbed and petted me and I be darned if I didnt nearly ejaculate. I pride myself on having skill in avoiding cumming until the time is right, but I was very horny after several days of traveling by car and not having any sexual release. My wife stopped to watch Helen play with me. Helen nuzzled my hard on with her face and grabbed it with her mouth. I could feel her hot breath through my thin pants. I.