John drank every ounce of her juices that spilled from her goodies. After gaining her energy back, Carmyn crawled out of John's bed. Happy with the wa... he pleasured Carmyn, he laid in his bed smiling with one hand behind his head and the other stroking his dick. He assumed Carmyn was going to his private bathroom to wash up and return for the vaginal intercourse. But he realized how wrong he was when his bedroom door opened and closed. John cursed himself. He'd gotten played. Again.*Instead of. She reached around her thigh. He raised his hips. She aimed his cock. They both groaned.“You are wet as fuck,” he smirked.“Yeah, since we first left The Hall,” she panted. “Fuck me.”He was a man who could follow instructions. She grabbed his right hand and they laced their fingers. Eye to eye, he thrusted and she heeled kicked the bed to meet him.“Oh, sugah...” Her accent became more pronounced as their bodies moved. She struggled with her right hand, yanking her tank top up and over her tits.. He used me a few times that night doing whatever he wanted to me. It was getting close to bed time which he told me and I was about to head up to my room but he stopped me and told me I would be sleeping in the cage in the corner. He lead me over and open the door and told me to get inside. I did as told and then asked him what if I had to pee. He pointed over to a pail in one corner and said pee in that. I looked over and saw the pail and then asked about if I had to poop as well. He said the. In the afternoons we could go through all the positions that Kirk had taught us, and in the evenings we could work on speed and accuracy in our prime position, right and left handed. She said that Monday evening might be good, with not many people going out that night as they rested up from the weekend. She had a good point, of course. After a weekend of college-level partying, who would want to spend the next evening with something that keeps going bang? I sensed that we were belaboring minor.