They entered the common room and all atmpts to shout conversation over the peeling thunder fell silent instantly. Under the simple brown cloak and hoo... they wore, hem spattered with mud and brim pulled down over their face to keep off the rain it was impossible to tell what manner of person, or even gender, the individual was. However, as every eye in the tavern followed them to the bar they found themselves looking at a set of well-worn boots made from the hide of a pyro-hydra and at once they. My pussy started to get real wet, and Gary knew it. At our table he fingered me until I was almost to orgasm. He would take me so close then stop. It was driving me crazy. Soon I started to beg him for release."Please Gary. Please let me cum. I want to cum. I will do anything if you let me cum." Kate, be careful what you ask for. You just might get it. Be patient. You will get to cum in a bit."We continued to dance. Now as we danced, Gary would finger me on the dance floor. Other people could. I submitted to his will like a good little whore and they spent the rest of that day training my holes. It was a week later when the semester started and I had my first customer. I went to the dean’s office to get the information. Since I was now his little whore, I decided to dress a little slutty and put on a miniskirt, tight black panties, heels and a black belly dancing top (no bra of course). I walked into the deans office and found him already stroking his big 10 inch cock to full. L'occasione propizia non ci mette molto ad arrivare : dopo un racconto che avevo scritto mi manda una mail dicendomi che secondo lei la storia che avevo scritto pareva vera o per lo meno verosimile, allora le dico quella che è la verità , cioè i miei racconti prendono spunto da avvenimenti reali successi a me o ad altri a cui aggiungo elementi di fantasia. A questo punto decido di provocarla e di chiederle come mai legge i miei racconti e soprattutto perché li commenta così spesso, forse le .