Breathing hard, Cygnette whispered, "Do you want to come up the Boy Pipeline?" Now I really had to force myself not to gush in my trousers. Like every...ne at Highview Academy, of course, I knew what the Boy Pipeline was and where to enter it. In order to keep up decent appearances, the Academy forbade visitation by the opposite sex in the students' residences; nevertheless, the Boy Pipeline enabled males to visit females in their rooms with total impunity."Yes," I whispered back. At once we. Up until then I never had to say it out loud. Ever. Least of all to your face. It was an online fling, I never thought of a possibility beyond that. I'm not prepared for this surprise at all. I struggle to get the words out. I want to take my face from your hands, bury it somewhere so you don't see me. I feel more naked than I really am. And you know that. You know me."Who are you? And I'll not ask again." Your words are a harsh whisper. "I'm your horny, slutty, pet sir." I choke out. "Walking. Someone was taking a shower and Clara decided not to enter. The view from the hallway was more than adequate to see that it was clean and functional. Nevertheless, the woman began listing a few more rules, making sure that the person showering could hear, too.Towels supplied by the pension were not to be left in the bathroom and each guest could use the bathtub only once a week. Hmmm, the wheels in Clara’s mind started turning. If there are six guests to each floor, whoever was clever could use. I heard his zipper and felt the head of his big cock touch my swollen lips. He rubbed it over the outside for a few seconds and I was dripping. Then he eased it inside my so nice and slowly. Then without warning he thrust so hard I almost fainted with pleasure. He was so deep inside me. My husband had never touched my cunt where he was probing. I adored the feel of him in me and began pushing back to meet his thrusts.His hands were full of my tits as his cock stroked in and out of my.