I didn’t know what to say. I clicked “No”, and the site opened. Photo after photo flowed onto the screen. I saw everything. Her breasts, butt, v...gina...everything. The top photo caught my attention. It was her in this very office. At the desk on the computer I’m touching right at this moment. Her blouse was unbuttoned. Her nipples were pressed against her shirt. She posed seductively with gripping her breast with the caption, “Am I going to get in trouble for this?” I could sense the fear. She moves down to his nipples, licking one and then the other. Moving downward licking as she goes.She scoots off the bed, taking off her pants and waits for him to take his off. She gets back on the bed, rubbing him as she moves up him. She straddles him to keep him down, but allows him to touch her. She looks into his eyes, his beautiful eyes.She wiggles against him and smiles. She moves off of him and onto her back. He gets in between her legs and he starts from her neck down to her thighs.. Tom knew that if he arrived late for his class with Dr. Portillo, there would be hell to pay. Dr. Gary Portillo, co-chair of the university’s psychology program, was a fair but strict educator. He tolerated no tardiness to class, and had in fact been known to assign late students to test subject positions for his Direct Application of Behavioral Principles course. Tom chuckled to himself as he recalled how Sheri Thorpe, one of his fellow undergrads, had to re-enact the classic ‘mouse in a maze’. He pushed it down until I could feel his hard shaft against my hand. “Stroke it Hazel,” he said, “you know you want to.” I clenched my fist, determined I wasn't going to make it easy for them but the combination of his fingers forcing mine apart and the fact that he bit down on my nipple again meant I was forced to comply. That or scream and wake the k**s. As my fist closed over his knob I could the sliminess of his pre-cum. “Oh man, she has such soft hands,” I heard him moan. “Is she a cock.