I squirm helplessly tied in the chair. He begins to squeeze my breasts. My breathing deepens and I feel the ropes that bind me to the chair. He is tw...sting and squeezing my nipples. "Ouch," I hear myself saying. "What's this? You're speaking without permission?" he says. "You need to be taught a lesson I see." Surprised at his words... I breath in sharply... somewhat relieved that he's stopped pinching my nipples. I hear him walking away from me. He returns in a minute and I hear the flick. She laughed at my immatureness and in return planted a kiss on my lips. Her lips were so soft that I sucked all the juices out of it and we continued this for 10 min till be became breathless.After we broke the kiss, I could see the lust in her eyes which were glowing fiery red in the ambient light. We covered ourselves with the blanket and she slid her hands inside my pants , massaging my tool which was all wet. I too ceased the opportunity and started caressing her 34b boobs over her bra to. Mila was normally a Straight-A student, but for some reason she couldn’t quite fathom, French was giving her trouble. She couldn’t get beyond certain phrases and tenses and her written work was not up to her usual standards. She fretted about it for a few days until she figured it out. She was distracted by one of her passions, an older man. In this case, the older man in question was her instructor, Gilles Moreaux. He had an undeniable presence , every time he entered the room, Mila. .slap...slap..." their bodies sang out as he started fucking her like a man possessed."sister...Aquinata....have....you...truly...repented?..." her priest grunted in a hoarse voice in between his ferocious thrusts against her splayed inner thighs.He instinctively grabbed her other ankle (that had a matching gold ankle bracelet with the word S-L-U-T in the middle) pulling her wider open and pounded harder into his surrendered target."Oh...Yes, Yes, YES!...Father....OH YES!...ugh...Damn!...Bless.