Eventually, I closed my eyes and pictured Emily. I imagined her lying beneath me, writhing with passion at every slight movement, her screaming as org...sm after orgasm ripped through her body. I could almost feel her slender legs wrapped around me, drawing me deeper into her immaculate pussy.I pictured her golden-blonde hair damp with sweat, but most importantly I could see those eyes, her emerald eyes staring into mine, dripping with sheer desire.That was all it took. I felt my climax rising,. . with no cut-off for the next 100 minutes of his two hour Spankanar; that was how it was advertised on all the social media the professor employed. At $2 a view, he expected this one opening lecture to net him just under 400 grand ... The university would get it's 20% and there were some expenses ( like lawyer fees to ... ahem, cover his ass, so to speak ) but Professor Hitherbottom had everything in hand.The first ten minutes or so were spent describing the course purpose and methodology. It. Mom brought in a tray of iced tea and just to set the tone, I sent her back for ice water for me. Small talk did then ensue. Women talking about third and fourth parties and what they wear is not an exciting conversation for me."Darla, mom tells me you play bridge with her, do you enjoy playing with my mom as much as I do?"As mom started to blush a little, Darla stumbled for a polite answer to an impolite question. "Well sure we enjoy our card games." Tell me, what else do you do for fun?". . and he owed it all to Quentin Osman. He, of course, was the actual owner of those two ex-society beauties but, by virtue of the proxy invested in him, Havers was going to have them at his beck and call, morning, noon and night! All that week, he wasn’t going to have to ask the Boss’s permission to fuck one of them. He could have whichever one took his fancy whenever he liked. Equally, Rosalie could have either girl slake her lesbian desires. It was a fantastic set-up. Unique... Passing.