His fingers hooked into my underwear and tugged it off. Then he was above me again, only now it was skin on skin; warm, unfamiliar and terrifying. His...hands moved fast to secure mine to one of the vertical bars at the top of the bed. I half-struggled but only out of surprise. I couldn’t tell what he was using – it was softer than rope but still wide and when he was done, there wasn’t any give in the knots.“There,” he said. “Perfect.”His strong hands rested on my shoulders. I squirmed as his. Had Adam been able to he would have arched his back and drove his cock as far forward as possible seating it fully down the throat of the replicants, but in his present state he was unable to do more than moan loudly as the first ropey string of cum shot forth, followed almost immediately by shots two thru six, each was slightly lesser in volume and force, but they were each total and completely draining his system. Adam had never felt such a rush of release, his entire being reacted to the. After sucking out the last drop, he kisses me, my tongue eager to taste the cum, my cum.He asks me, "Ready to be fucked?". "Yes sir." I reply, panting, turned on but a bit scared of the thought of his big cock in my tiny ass. Taking his keys from his trousers, he opens a locked drawer in his desk and takes out a bottle of lube. I wonder is I'm his first student he's had. After bending me over the love seat, Mr Hill lubes up my ass and starts to finger fuck it again. I push back on his hand.. No. I would think nothing of such things again. I would accustom myselfto the soft flesh of slave-girls once I established myself in Patashqar.Gor had confused me these last few months. I would take time to recallwhat it is I really wanted in life."I have no wish to spend the evening as a kitchen maid," I explained. Iknelt on a rug already speckled with fine sand from the constant windthat blows without respite across the desert. Were it not for the veilsacross my face I would be tasting sand.