"Can I have a beer too? I am a little dry." she said, already moving for the corner with the beer. He made a 'suit yourself gesture' and pouted a litt...e. She smiled back at him:"Why don't you lay down and get comfortable?" Still clearly feeling put down he did. His erection had dwindled a little. Opening her beer Malu eyed it worriedly; she liked her meat strong and big and was not impressed yet. Still, it was what she had to work with, so it would have to do.She drank form her beer and put it. I noticed one of her hands was busy stroking herself. I pushed her down further, forcing her to support herself with her hands. “Did I give you permission to pleasure yourself?” “N-no.” She stammered. I smacked her ass hard and she jerked forward, her breasts swaying. “No what?” “No sir!” She cried out as I slapped her ass again. By now it was bright red, but her body was weeping for release. “Do you want to come? Do you want to me to fuck you, little whore?” “Please, sir!” “Say it, beg. She circled the couple as she spoke, using their immobility as an excuse to molest their bodies. At times she would lightly caress their buttocks; other times she would slowly twist their nipples until their faces winced in pain. ?That door is the entrance to your home for the coming days,? she continued. ?It’s very old-fashioned, as you will see. Once the door is locked, you’re not coming out. But like in the olden days, you’ll see a small door cut into the bottom of the door. Do you. That’s the way Granddad described my relationship with seven women. It’s what I thought of myself when I stood outside the classroom where Blankety was concluding his Drawing I class Thursday afternoon. I wondered how many people he’d lost from the class after six sessions so far this semester. I was actually going to ask him for a critique. Fuck!At exactly five o’clock he walked out the door of the classroom and I fell in step with him as he swept out of the room and down the hall. I felt like.