We would fight or argue over minor things, but I do believe we truly loved each other. We just weren’t big on showing it. After the one night affair... I knew Mary didn’t totally trust me. If I talked to a woman, she would usually give me some smart remark and I’d say something back, which I would regret later. I honestly didn’t fool around with anyone after the time I was locked up, but I guess I lost Mary’s trust and never totally got it back. When we went to parties, I would often sit and just. "Your dick is in my asshole!"I smile in response, drawing my length from your tight little ring before slamming back inside. "And where is it going next?" I demand, my voice seething with lust. "I...in...my mouth," you answer meekly. "Why?" B...because, I'm a dirty fucking whore!" As soon as those words left your gasping lips, I yank your head back as I let your tightening asshole expel my rigid rod. Next I drag your body backward roughly and slap my dick against your soft mouth. Your lips part. " No sooner had Coral said this than Astrid got to her feet, standing with her hands on her hips and confronting the other woman."Please, Astrid," she said in a tone of desperation that could be heard across the busy bar.Astrid shook her head and simply beckoned to the woman. Resignedly she got to her feet and then knelt; now attracting the attention of others in the bar. "Hands!" Astrid commanded. "Head!"The woman, blushing with humiliation, obeyed placing her hands behind her back and bowing. "Did you copy any of this, because if you tell me now, I'll let you redo it without penalty." "No. That's my work. I would never do that." He noticed that she almost seemed angry. "Are you sure?" "Yes, Professor Jackson." He picked up her paper and began to read. He eyes rolled over the words noting how smoothly she wrote. It wasn't choppy, or sloppy. It was a meticulously written paper, well organized, and well written. The girl had a talent. For the next twenty minutes he.