She said she would love to have me come to her home to discuss ‘everything’……that was her word. A few days later I went to see her. We talked...about what I wanted to do which included having meetings for those living in the small community in an effort to enlist their support. She said she would happily attend any meetings, take notes of the proceedings, and make them available for me to use. I thanked her as I was preparing to get up and leave, when from out of nowhere, she asked me if I. ."Grabbing her friend's hand, Marcie tried to calm her. "Megan Kimbrel, you will not. That's total nonsense," she declared, hugging Meg and kissing her on the cheek; all the while Steve stood trying to decide what to do. He couldn't understand why Megan was so upset. He quickly decided it was a bit of a turn-on to find that their friend had listened to them last night. Eventually Marcie got Meg to sit at the kitchen table."But I stood in the hall listening to the two of you making love. I. .. it's the President who wants to speak with you," she finally managed to say."The President? Of the University?" The disbelief was evident in Sharon's voice, for the President never concerned himself with any of the internal workings of the University, leaving that to the Board of Deans."N-no ... of the United States," she stammered, "I never spoke to ... before ... ever." Oh, tell her I'll call her back after this meeting is over. It can't be important."The graduate students looked as. When I got on the bed, she reached out with the riding crop over my firm breasts, flicking my little pink nipples. I was shivering with fear.?Are you going to be a good little slut?? I was in a state of shock as she continued rubbing my tits. ?ANSWER ME WHORE!!!!!!? She raised the crop and smacked it over my right tit. I howled in severe pain. When I didn’t answer, she did it again. This time aiming for my nipple. I doubled over in pain. She grabbed my red hair yanking me back up and.