But I didn't need to go to jail tonight. A crazy thought popped in to my head; I should invite Ash over for some late night coffee. As he was driving ...o my place the antipation of what I wanted to do to him was just about to kill me when we turned into my driveway. As we got out of the car the cool air hit my pussy and sent a shiver up my spine. That is when I realized that my pussy was so wet that my juices were running down my leg.The second we got in the door coffee was the last thing on my. The counter changed to 22. She put the shrivelling junk back in its underwear and zipped it up. The panel in front of her closed again. She slumped back against the corner and reached for the mouthwash. * * *Nathan finished his coffee. Now that he was done, he was anxious to be on his way. There was a contract to win. He thought Tom was finished although it was difficult to tell. He had kept texting the entire time. Deborah had her head tilted back and her eyes closed. She must have. One of my hands was under her shirt, slowly rubbing around her perky nipples. Her head was bent forward against the mirror and her long brow hair hanging over the sink. I was slowly kissing her soft neck and her ear. I lifted up her skirt and started felling her pussy, it was still wet, worm and slippery. Her lags started to spread as I was running my fingers along her completely soaked pussy. She arched her back towards me, and I could fell my hard cock pulsating against her body. I pulled my. There was no way that Amy could feel sleepy with the increasing pain from her on-going punishment. They worked grimly through the night. Every hour Amy stood up and bent over Burnside’s desk. Amy heard the janitor vacuum outside the door. Much later she heard drunken frat boys screaming around the academic buildings. Burnside jumped up and went outside. Amy heard her voice snarling at the drunks. Amy had to hand it to her professor. She had the guts to go out and confront a large group of.