"Listen. I don't have a week. I just got my selection notice today and I want to ask what we can do about this." Oh. Should I tell her where you are g...ing to be processed? And do you need help with your student and lecture reassignments?"I am underwhelmed with her sympathy. "Not really. What I was looking for was something in the line of legal support" I'm not sure that we can be of help there. The chancellor's granddaughter was processed last week, and my own niece was last month. And there. He stopped in front of double old solid oak swinging doors and opened one pushing me inside in front of him. It was the main kitchen, women were cleaning up the kitchen area, preparing to leave. This was the last lunch hour, and they were ready to go home for the day. He lead me through another smaller door, the janitors room, and shoved me on the floor inside, shutting the door behind him. I landed in front of a small table with playing cards scattered around on top. He turned around after. He was naked above, but his pajama pants prevented me from seeing the state of his manhood. “I thought I shut that off after tying you, Mommy.” He blinked and stepped closer, just waking up. “Sorry.”My son climbed onto the bed and cuddled against me.If I hadn’t been terrified at being bound I would have patted his head. My legs were free, but trying to shift them caused the painful cords to cut me. “Let me go, Sweetie. I have to talk with you this morning. I read the book. I think I understand. If I had known any better I wonder if I would have tried anything with the lady I first saw when I went into the locker room sitting on the bench nude that looked like a slippery limp noodle all covered in oil.Later that night my “virgin” husband made his same move. He reached over grabbed my tit, pushed his hard dick into the crack of my ass, lifted my nighty, rubbed my pussy that's sore from Johns thick dick fucking earlier today. He put his dick in pumped me for about two minutes. I heard.