Be careful."Thomas pushed himself up, raising his face above the ridge of bristles that surrounded him. He almost screamed again, his gasping breath c...oked back behind his battered chest. His entire left side - the arm he used to grasp the root - would soon turn an ugly black, several shades darker than the bruising that would cover the rest of his body. He coughed once, spraying the dirt red. He struggled with his right hand, supporting his weight on the strained wrist; the back the hand had a. A moment or so later her hands were pulling at my head trying to get me away from her overly sensitive clit. I reluctantly let her move my head away from it. I sat back on my heels and licked my lips. I could feel wetness on my face from cheek to cheek and from my chin to my nose. I was a mess but I was grinning like an idiot.Lora was lolled back in the chair, her head thrown back, her arms hanging down by her sides, her legs spread open wide. She was totally out of it except for her heavy. She shrieked, biting down hard on his lip and drawing blood, as he buried himself in her up to the hilt. Slowly at first, she rode him, pulling all the way up to the tip then pushing herself down to the hilt again. Up… down… up… down… long languid quivering strokes… in and out, the wet silky soft velvet inner core of her sheathing him, squeezing him, burning him… then releasing. Then suddenly, faster and faster, the strokes shorter, up, down, up, down, up down up down… thump, thump,. In addition to teaching, he's been actively researching and writing his first scholarly work: a study on the history and psychology behind sexual blackmail. The book is his secret pet project. He's never been confident that the University would approve such a project, so plans to publish it anonymously.During the last three years, Professor Taylor has been subtly testing blackmail on his students. For the first year, as he developed his thesis, the tests were mostly inoffensive and leaned.