The vibration of her tiny cries as she came. And the tremors took me over the precipice with her. When her mouth let loose, there was a soft "Oooohhhh...h!"I rolled sideways, carrying her in my arms, so she ended up laying full length on top of me. I sighed, "My lovely little Cindy. I love you."Soft lips touched mine. "I love you, too, Dan. Always did. Always will." Forever." Yes, some people might think our conversation about love is sappy, but I am perfectly happy with it, and from Cindy's. 'Are you', I asked him again?Still no answer, so with my free hand I traced his centre line between his buttocked, my index finger poised atop his anal entrance as I began to sc**** its sensitive entrance, each time pushing it a little more until I could feel the pressure of its rim hold my fingertip.'Shall I check your Prostate, you do realise I do have medical experience', I asked him?But I was not waiting, I yearned to penetrate his object of my sexual frustration, and my finger entered him. Her moaning became more intense as he used his fingers to explore the inside of her vagina. Cindy’s juices were really flowing now, and she started to buck her hips to meet the professor’s fingers thrusting fingers. She was moaning softly now as well, still too embarrassed to really cut loose but too worked up to remain quiet. Mr. Richter had his middle and fourth finger shoved up the tight young pussy of his student, but now it was time to teach her something new. He removed his fourth. Slowly... careful not to strain Cindy's stiffened limbs, careful not to let her lose her balance and fall. It took a half hour to get Cindy out. And almost an hour to get her back in, positioning each limb so carefully, gradually squeezing her into place, mindful not to let Cindy's smooth skin get pinched when a panel was swiveled closed. Sometimes Linda took her out for a shower, or a little walk along the beach. Cindy never seemed to notice. Her mind remained deep in trance. Sleep... Obey....