I’m glad you could come. There is something I want to talk to you about.”“Yes, Your Magnificence?” said Derek, “How may I help you?”“Oh,...later will do for the business talk. I’m quite hungry. Let’s eat first.”Derek had little choice but to agree; the last thing he wanted was to appear rude. The conversation mostly ranged over Derek’s background, and his life as an undergraduate. It seemed that the Emir was comparing it with life as a student twenty-five years earlier.As they chatted, Derek. ”It rankled her that girls had to be the ones that had to get such things done to them and that they didn’t have any say about doing stuff to the boys. It just didn’t seem fair, but she kept her mouth shut because she had enough problems of her own with adding to them with her big mouth.Still, Mister Anderson was just a man like all the others and perhaps it was time for her investigate on her own to see what it was all about. She decided that he would be like an “experiment” in the science lab. We can stop for now." The piss had finally drained out of Jeff and Eric eased the cath out of the abused cock tube. "You just gotta answer a few questions for me. Once you find the right answers then we can move on to something else." "Yeah, man. Whatever. You got it." Jeff was distracted by the sting of merciless plastic clearing his forcibly stretched cockslit. "OK then. Let's roll." Eric pulled off his shirt and picked up a short cat o' nine whip off the cart. He stood bare-chested over. I took the pasta off the hob and filled the kettle. I turned back to Caroline as she looked through her bag for some leaflets. She looked amazing. Her business suit was professional but with a definite edge of sexiness, the black jacket covered her nice white top which accentuated her full breasts, her short, but not too short, skirt flashed a glimpse of thigh as she crossed her legs. I forced myself to turn back to the tea as she looked up, my cock was having ideas of it's own and it was.