Nothing happened. He tried harder using both hands and pulling with all his might. Still nothing happened. John put the book back and grabbed another ...ne, same results. He tried this again ten times and couldn't get a single book to open for him. It made no sense, the books clearly didn't have locks. Frustrated he forgot to watch where he was going and accidentally knocked over a massive stack of books. When the dust settled he found himself staring at a new book. It was large and very old the. Ortega. I’ll be all praying for that”And then, the handshake. It was awkward. Not because of the handshake in itself. But the fact while Judy extended her hands to him, he remained at his seat, like something brought him to not get up.“Er… Dr. Ortega. It’s a bit unpolite, I guess, to not stand up to shake up the hands of someone”“Well, er… I am good here. I am not the kind of guy for formalities”“Is that anything wrong, Doc?”“Well… no, nothing… is that…”“Please, don’t fool me, Doctor! I know. It didn't take long for his cock to reach it's full size at an impressive 8.5' inches.He reached round and fondled the clasp on Tammy's bra, releasing her beautiful breasts, pert, full and round with medium sized nipples both standing at attention.She pulled him down onto the bed, at all times she had one hand on his cock, like she was afraid it would go away.Brad eagerly paid attention to her breasts, going from one to another, enjoying them.Tammy would moan and giggle as he would kissed. Murphy knew that I’d not actually hurt her with the belt because pain was a boundary we’d already agreed upon. Lightly, I smacked her ass, not enough to hurt her but enough to excite Murphy from the imagery. I called her a dirty girl and made her tell me every nuance of her blowjob with Mr. Ordinary at the bar. Sometimes I slapped the belt hard against my hand so that the sound shocked Murphy and sometimes I slapped it lightly to her ass cheeks just enough to make her cheeks pink up. I made her.