So here I am, on all fours, my flimsy dress hitched up over my hips and my lacy white knickers discarded beside me. The rug beneath me is soft on my k...ees and I congratulate myself for buying a decent one. “Spread those legs a bit more!” you say from behind me somewhere and why is it that I’m totally compelled to do everything you ask? “Now work a finger into that tight arse and get it ready for me” you command and yet again, I oblige you. I feel like a filthy fucking whore and I like it a lot. The whole lecture thing was so different, you went to lectures if you wanted, if you had a problem you saw the tutor. Well I had a problem with some work to be marked and went to see my tutor after a lecture; it was last lecture of the day so he suggested I walk with him to his office. David, as he liked to be known, was a muscular guy in his mid thirties, strong face and a sort of aura of command that made you respect him, or in my case start to harden. When he gave his lectures everybody just. After the waitress had taken away our plates – a particularly well cooked Cassoulet – I excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up. On my return, they were both quiet, relaxed and just sat waiting."Everything alright?" I asked, half forgetting we'd only ever met because Krys wanted a threesome; it felt just as if some friends were talking about you, one you approach with light and wry suspicion."I was thinking..." Krys said, with a pause"...why don't you come back for some after dinner drinks. BB pulled out his 12 night fighter and stroked it to make it hard. Tracey was grabbed by the arms, lifted in the air, and slowly lowered above his impressive prick. Make her wet hunny, he told a girl next to him,I dont like dry pussy. Mart-Lou obliged it was easy as the two guys had her legs well apart, held up in the air. She moved into position, grabbed Traceys inner thighs, and pushed her tongue into the open slit. It was not long before the slut in Tracey had her wet, juicing Mary-Lous.