But that shouldn't make sense..." Ah, you must be Miss Summers. You may call me Mr. Fink," Fink said He got up and walked over to Dawn. He offered her...his hand.She took it.Dawn was confused by what happened. Why would the CEO of a big company want to visit with her? Where was her class? There were so many questions. She felt insecure. But something inside her head kept telling her to trust this man."Mr. Fink, what am I doing up here?" Dawn asked. Her eyes were wide as saucers.Fink thought about. Once again I was thankful that I was wearing the chastity cage. Without it the urge to take out my cock and masturbate would have been irresistible. Suddenly Jeanne arched her back and screamed. I wasn't worried. I now understood the meaning of this scream. I'd heard it countless times since I'd returned home. It wasn't an expression of pain, it was an expression of ecstasy. My wife was having an orgasm. I leaned forward on my chair and watched her shake as the waves of pleasure pulsed through. He was johnny-on-the-spot with everything I asked, including having my coffee for me in the morning.Of course, there were plenty of other pretty women in the department and around the college. This whole college was not much bigger than a good-sized high school. As a result, I got a few kids in my classes who weren’t even theatre people but thought an acting or movement class would be fun. One of those was Ashley.Ashley was an Amazon princess. Tall, busty, and fierce. In fact, think Lucy. "What was the last time you took a dump?" About half an hour ago." And you wiped good, right?" Sure." Probably not good enough. March into the bathroom, get a wet rag, and clean yourself, really well, and really deep. When you finish, just throw the rag away, and get your squeaky clean butt back in here."Yes sir."When I got back, he was standing by the bed waiting, with his ever ready tube of lube in his hand. "Turn around and bend over," he ordered.I did as he asked, feeling like a head of.