She clenched her thighs on my head and I heard her draw breath sharply and then let out a long, low moan as the orgasm swept through her. I hesitated,...not sure what to do. ?Keep going!? she growled. ?Do NOT stop!? I resumed work, finding the little nub that seemed harder than the rest, caressing it with my tongue, again and again. ?Yessssssss,? she groaned as another long series of tremors swept through her. ?That’s it, just like that. Of FUCK yes....?She seemed to ride me forever. I don’t know. I'm arachnophobic, okay!? I can't help it! It's an irrational fear-meaning not-rational. So, as a not-rational person would do, I screamed, turned off the water, grabbed my towel, and ran out of the bathroom. "Kelsey!!!! Kelsey! Kelsey!?" I yelled for my roommate, but heard no response. Damn it! She isn't home! So, of course, like a not-rational person would do, I called the first person that came to mind. He picked up his phone on the first ring. "Clarise? Is something wrong?" "YES! There's a. When students are called here they know they are in trouble” and she laughed a little.Continuing she said, “I have a big problem and I am hoping you can solve the problem. The problem is that our head basketball coach, Frank Jefferies suffered a stroke last night which was serious and he won’t be returning to his teaching and coaching duties this year and maybe never. Getting right to the point, while I have a teacher who can come in and take over Frank’s classes but I need to find a head. My previous strike had left two paired pink lines across her ass, I knew what Ona wanted to see by the nod she gave me. Red Room. I thought to myself as I brought down the second strike, harder than my previous but still not enough. I wound back again and whipped her a third time and a fourth in quick succession, finally leaving little red lines across her behind. Ona crossed the room and stood behind me, kissing my neck sensuously. “You can still do better than this Kireina (Beautiful) you.