.. Oh, wow! Oh, my gosh!”The slut came.Her bowels writhed about my futa-dick. I groaned, savoring my student's plunge into whorish passion. She woul... be addicted to my cock. She would be my lover, my submissive slut. I would have such a harem of schoolgirls. They would all worship me.My girl-cum erupted into her asshole. I shuddered as blast after blast of my cum fired into her bowels. Her asshole milked my girl-cock. The pleasure shot through me, burning my mind. My pussy spasmed so hard,. "Where's my family?" I demanded, my voice sounding rusty to my ears."Ah," he said. He gave me a tight smile. "They are nearby. Consider the sight of them part of your reward after you have—" No," I cut him off. "Now."The smile fell off his face in an instant. "Mr. Heyward, you are in no position to make demands," he said coldly."If you want your 'demonstration, ' bring them now," I answered. "I do nothing until I see them alive and well." It could be arranged that you see them in a somewhat. I started to kiss her softly as I moved down from her belly button to her soft pussy, lightly stroking my fingers down her hips till they met the smooth skin of her outer lips...I looked up at her and could tell that she was building up for a big orgasm.So I parted her pussy lips and exposed her impressive swollen clit, running my tongue up between her inner lips till it reacher her clit and started to suck on it.I could feel it pulsating against my lips and the tip of my tongue so I knew it. They exited the gallery together and went to a nearby café.The older man was a widower and had recently developed a desire for younger chubby men. It was usually while on holiday when he met these younger men. As he was visiting this neighbouring city for the weekend he felt lucky meeting this young chubby college boy. The older man thought that this meet would be discreet enough as he really didn't know many people outside of the art galleries which he frequented. They enjoyed the.