“WHAT?”John sighed and entered the room. Sue’s literature textbook was on the floor near the desk, along with some things that were on the desk....When she threw the book, it must have bounced off the desk before landing on the floor. Sue herself was in the chair which was several feet away from the desk. She had her arms around her stomach and was leaning forward. John couldn’t see her face.“What’s the matter?” he asked.“I got a fucking essay to do on this story and I can’t concentrate.”“How. I moved down spreading her legs so I could work better. I moved to sit on one leg and started massaging her thigh working down to her calf and stopping just short of her ankles since like me is very ticklish there. I then move to her other leg and do the same thing. Afterwards I get off her and lean in and whisper in her ear if she would roll over for meUnable to control herself she rolls over as I asked and I straddle her waist and lean forward massaging her ears again and kissing them, . .About 18 months ago, Melvin and Rhonda went home to Georgia to visit her 77-year old father who had recently been discharged from the hospital after knee replacement surgery. Prior to his surgery, Rhonda's father, John Warren, had arranged to host a reunion party for the members, both past and present, of the local fraternity chapter that he had helped start as a charter member. While Melvin was not a member, he was invited as John's guest and son-in-law. Mr. Warren was still recovering from. "I wonder, Jenny, how should the Princess have shown her gratitude?" He watched as she tested her bindings, his gaze dipping between her wide spread legs, her folds open like a flower and glistening with the nectar of her desire. "With her mouth, Jacob dear?" She finally answered, her lips parting as she ran the tip of her pink tongue over them seductively. "I thought as much. Perhaps you can show your gratitude? Otherwise I might be tempted to put you to bed right now…." "Please don’t.".