“What kind of problem?” I replied, not sure what my boundaries were. “It is not valid.” “That’s impossible- there has to be some mistake...” I said, raising my voice in panic. “There is no mistake.” “Where were you going to stay during your visit?” “I have hotel reservations…” “You HAD reservations. You will not be leaving here anytime soon,” he said as he closed the folder. He was in full control of this exchange and I knew it. That wouldn’t be the only thing he would be in control of. . I know that you know that you’re driving me wild! I writhe again in reply and mumble something unintelligible. You resume your attentions and nuzzle your tongue against the lace of my panties. I moan again, loving this beyond description. I am sure that this lace has become drenched with my wetness by now, seeping through to your lips. You slip your fingers beneath the lace and gently encourage it away, wanting to submerge yourself deeper, to explore further. My lacy panties are quickly removed. When she went out into the courtyard, all the dogs came to attention. She walked down to the office and they came trotting at her heels, whining pitifully and sniffing at her swinging ass.She entered the office, closing the door to keep the dogs out, and approached the desk--then blinked and giggled at what she had discovered.The desk clerk was sound asleep--passed out, in fact--in a chair behind the desk. His pants were open and his prick, all drenched and slimy, lay exposed. His right hand. She has on a tight skirt that hugs her hips like a finely tuned violin. The college has a dress code and this outfit definitely tests that code’s limits. She certainly must have sex on the brain today.He takes his usual seat closest to her desk. After her lecture, she sits down and leans toward the boy. “I left my car parked back at my apartment today and rented another.”“Why, is somebody onto you?” he asks.“I don’t know. I mean, I don’t think so,” she replies. “I’ve got this feeling. I can’t.