It seemed to come from all round. I quickly pulled my pants up. Using my phone as a flash light I found my way to the door and my way through the crow... of drunk students. I feared the worst. But nothing ever came of it. Id see the blonde around campus. Shed never make eye contact. Most of my sexual encounters went as such. Girls complaining I was to big. That I hurt them. By my second year of college I was back to handjobs. By the end of college I was sick of them. Everyday after work id come. And have the table in the main study sent down to Mistress Bitchcraft to have a few fingers broken. Her eyes aren't staying where they should." "At once daddy. Anything else daddy?" To think, this 38 year old woman had once threatened to bite of my cock off. "Yes, have Mistress Bitchcraft spank you. You knew Tracy was arriving, and should have been standing AT the entrance to the study waiting for me. You made me wait for you for nearly 10 seconds. Tell Mistress Bitchcaft to spank you for no. And anyway I may have found a way around that. That's what I wanted to talk to you about." You've found a man who'll keep you in the manner to which you wish to become accustomed?" Allison was sceptical. She was pretty certain that Cerys had done no such thing. Over the last two years Cerys had worked her way through a series of unsuccessful relationships where, usually, the money ran the other way. When it came to men, Cerys seemed fated to attract waifs and strays and Allison found it hard to. Jen put her head down and exhaled as I felt her asshole’s grip on my shaft weaken considerably. ‘Good girl.’ My praise apparently went unnoticed as Jen remained silent. I pushed forward a little more, feeding more of my cock into her ass. Jen let out a quiet moan although I couldn’t tell if it was from pain or pleasure. I was about halfway in when I reached down and pulled her ass apart, treating myself to exceptional site of my best friend’s little pink butt hole hugging my dick. At that.