She spread her legs invitingly and guided my penis inside her. Her vagina was tight, but wet and welcoming. My thrusts shook her body. She opened her ...outh and started to breathe harder, her nails digging painfully into my back. “Slower,” she whispered hoarsely. I tried to control my lust, worried that she was still too weak. Eventually, we fell into a nice rhythm. Our movements became fluent and synchronized. I had the feeling that I was detached from reality and that only the two of us. The only drink I would be allowed would be Sirs champagne, he made it very clear this meant his piss, and it would be drunk either direct from the tap..or lapped up from a dog bowlso far so good I thought, all fairly standard stuff - so I gave Sir my number and we arranged to me the following Saturday. But in doing this, I failed his first test...when he asked what time I get up on a Saturday, I told him around 7AM . He sternly told me the correct answer is..whatever time Sir tells me to. He. Now this issue is closed. I won't do anything to downgrade her review, but as far as this tempest in a tea pot is concerned, I do not want to listen to any more of it." Wray, I think you made a mistake with Siobhan. I would hope you recognize it and don't ignore what I said or how I feel about it. I still think you owe her an apology."He had finally cooled down from his "high horse" posture a few minutes ago."I'll give it some thought," he said sullenly.I nodded and left without another word. I. Dean Malcomb was getting older, but was not dead. He immediately noticed Susan's erect nipples. "Come in Susan." He said as she opened his office door. "It's nice to see you. Oh, by the way, I've noticed the changes in the cheerleaders' uniform and how excited you get the growing crowds." Dean Malcomb's eyes seemed to be locked on the bumps Susan's nipples were creating in her top. "I see you're still without a bra. I certainly like the view." The Dean forced himself to look up from her tits.