I had hair on my legs. She started pulling them one by one. She said that she will do waxing tomorrow on my hair. I said, “No.”She looked at me an...rily. I didn’t say a word. She kissed my dick on top and at the side.She was holding my balls so hard. She licked it like an ice-cream for some time and I was high and said, “Come on, Bindu come on.”She stopped and said, “You show me how to suck.”I was confused and said, “How can I suck mine?”She said, “So, you know that you can’t suck your balls, so. The slave is gasping in that way now, spasmodically trying to draw in enough air to power muscles twitching out of control in an attempt to generate heat.There is a strange sinuousness to the way the shudders run through her body, almost as if her muscles are synchronized in their shivering. She has been nearly immersed in the cold water for ten minutes now. Her eyes are locked on mine, waiting for my commands. If I told her to drown herself now, would she? Perhaps. Certainly I could make her. "Is that ... nahhh ... coulda sworn I saw her fucking on some porn site the other night ... well, if it wasn't her, the bitch that looked just like her sure loved to fuck, let me tell you..."Emily heard even more comments like that as she walked from class to class, some of them in hushed whispers, some loud and directed right at her. Whether they were lustful compliments or mean-spirited insults ... Emily heard them all, and they all made Emily so very, very wet and horny. And the attention. Filling her inside with my cream with several jets of the milky fluid. Even though she had clamped around my rod I kept up my pace. She relaxed for a second or so, then her second orgasm hit. It was nearly the same intensity as the first one. I maintained my pace. She grabbed my hips and pulled me against her saying, “Stop … stop! Just stay still inside me!”She held me tight as her body continued quaking. Eventually her shaking subsided and our breathing returned to normal. She looked at me.