His English is perfect almost to a fault, belying his strictly Chinese demeanor. He’s older, very pleasant to deal with, and amused by both me and D...ena.After forty minutes in his office, he hands me off to a teaching assistant and I’m off to take a test.I’m late for lunch, but I have an engineering course behind me when I finally answer Deena’s text. We meet for lunch, bringing along a couple of other students who jump at the chance to get off-campus. Quick lunch, though, because we all have. This is a fiction and is not based on any true events. Let me tell you about myself first; I am 21, straight male, Kinky and a master. This story is based on BDSM. I hope that my imagination impresses you. I have written it in third person and you may assume that a female slave is narrating this story to her master as he demanded for it.It was late at night and I was chained to the wall and you came in and you smiled at me then you let me down. I didn’t try to leave and you knew I wouldn’t try.. As if there was something flowing through my very being, some orgasmic bliss dominated my dreams. I don't know when it started, but I didn't want to it stop.I couldn't place why, but for some reason I felt cold... wet. This feeling soon distracted me. I... This must be a dream. My eyes fluttered open through the usually tired fog and what welcomed me was a sight I'll never forget. My bedding was wet, completely soaked through. It was only after lifting the duvet that I discovered why... far. I continued to just run a finger up and down her wet slit while Sarah rotated her hips and writhed in pleasure on my lap. I slid a finger a little deeper into her pussy. “Put two fingers in,” she implored, now breathing a little heavier. I slid two fingers into her love hole. Sarah moaned and reached out with both hands and held onto my forearm. I slid my fingers slowly in and out of her pussy, while Sarah tried to use my forearm to get me to go faster and deeper."Do you eat pussy?” she.