She looked so butch wearing slicked back hair, black denims, motorcycle boots and a black tee shirt with a pack of cigs rolled up in one sleeve. Rhond... was a dominatrix all leather and metal, standing there in heels so high she would break her ankles if she fell over. Her tiny cat o’ nine tails hardly looked ominous and only threatened to please every one standing around her. Belly dancers, hookers, tarts, and everything you would hope your friends would think to do and surprises you’d never. " Nonono ... It's just that..." Then it dawned on me what she'd said. SHE set up the routine: One girl in each class. Same thing in gym ... the 'special ceremony.'"And anyway, I DO let go sometimes. In class? And we don't even have most classes together." She was still looking at me with those blue eyes, so earnest. By now she was stroking me slowly. It was hard for me to concentrate. IT was also hard. "It's not a PDA - which is outlawed curing NIS. It's just a reasonable request."She had. She then began to stroke Brian’s cock slowly, making him lean against the sink and moan softly. One of Diane’s fetishes in college was oral sex, and she was known across campus for her world renowned blowjobs, but she had never tried to blow a cock this big. She got down on her knees and took Brian’s egg-like cockhead into her mouth. She then began to suck while still using both her hands to jack his cock as well.After about 5 minutes of this, she began to deep throat him, going down farther. Jillian put down her empty water bottle, folded her legs and turned around on her knees, climbing up to peer into the dim tinted cavern at the back of the vehicle. ‘What?’ Kayla demanded. He smirked at that. ‘I wasn’t speaking to you, though who knows, it might work. I said,… Down.’ Another thump. Jillian began to giggle. ‘Alright. Who WERE you speaking to then?’ Kayla sighed as though she were playing a game with a very young child. Jillian kept giggling. ‘Behind you.’ Josh said quietly. Kayla.