No matter it had my mind working overdrive and my cock straining in my pants. Just then she looked at me, saw where I was looking and glanced down to ...ee what had got my attention. She then looked back up at me then down to my crotch. She shifted in her seat to pull her dress down but there wasn't enough space for her to move around. "Hey I'm sorry Ms. Rogers I didn't mean to stare," I tried to say - sounding less than believable."I'm sure you weren't staring," she replied."Are you?" I. She went back to kissing as she reached into her purse pulled out some Astroglide - he lube of choice and begin to give him and very vigorous hand job right at the bar - he on the other hand now had two fingers in her pussy - what I could not see and what she later told me was that he was getting his thumb wet by sticking in her pussy with his two fingers and filling her pussy completely - then he would rub the juice on to her tight little asshole as she waited in anticipation for what he would. He couldn't understand Sandy's reaction. He had smelled her perfume. It had to be her. If not her, who? Nick once again looked at Jenny, but her look convinced him it hadn't been her. Then he looked back at Sandy. Her seething stare sent shivers up his spine. She was furious. How could it have been her? Nick even looked at the professor. Professor Hill could have given him a blow-job and ass-fuck, but the professor didn't have a pussy. Nick studied the effeminate man. He had always seen the. ”I continued to struggle, acting my heart out. “No! Please don’t do this! Why are you doing this?!” I did my best to fake a cry. I think I did a pretty good job.He grabbed my breast and put his hand on my crotch. I felt myself shudder ever so slightly. “You’re gonna do as I say,” he said, grabbing hard at my crotch. It hurt, but it felt so good. I struggled some more, doing my best not to get lost in the moment. “Hey!” he yelled. He pulled out a small pocket knife and held it to my cheek. I.