He wanted her to beg for it. He wouldn't lick her clit until she asked for it. He knew that for some reason she didn't like the word. Maybe it was a h...ng-up from her youth, but he was going to make her say it. Her knees were bent and her body was squirming. She could feel the incredible sensation growing between her legs.She pressed his head against her and whispered, "Please, baby." Please, what," he teased.With a slight blush in her cheeks, and from a deep place in her throat, she whispered. Most people that age are teaching in elementary schools, forget college. And don’t even get me started on the man’s looks… he has the appearance of a demigod. He was of average stature, but aside from his height, there was nothing average about Professor Kingsley. His rich bronze hair was always perfectly retained in place with the gentle use of wax, and his ocean-blue eyes were deep enough to swim in. Perhaps, there was a suspicion of silver in the crown of his hair, but it only added to the. Waiting for her fate to befall her, each breath an eternity of yearning, Brenda pulls her dress tight between her parting thighs. Spreading her legs underneath her golden gown, she shudders in anticipation waiting for the silver blade to find the golden tunnel between her legs. She feels the tickling point of the silver knife. Her fear is gone. She waits patiently for the hard ramming, to the hilt, all the way to the curved handle. But the blade is withdrawn. She feels the wind of the knife. "Do you mean that hundreds of passengers will die on that ship?" As I said, the conditions are extremely crowded and these old space ships frequently suffer from critical system failures. The ship's interior is composed of hundreds of interlocking sections that rotate to give a semblance of gravity. Entire sections may fail and this will inevitably result in the instant death of everyone in the vicinity. There might be hull-breaches from space debris. More commonly there might be an error in.