Then I realized that was not his tongue trying to enter my tight asshole, but his cock head was slipping in…I screamed in pain and cried that he was...hurting me so much. He told me to relax; he would be gentle; he had lubed his cock with Vaseline.I felt again entering my asshole. Before long, I knew he was all the way in, at least nine inches in, his thick black cock filling me….And then his deep voice in my ear: "How that feels, married slut?".Some minutes later he was pounding me like a real. I thought of the boys for sale there. Brandon would have made a fortune."Well, anyway." Brandon turned scarlet and looked away. "That's why they teach it." Eh!" I snapped in his direction. He looked back at me. "You know this shit?"He blushed deeper.'Christ!' I thought to myself, 'This boy ain't submissive, he's a fuckin' doormat.'"Kinda," He said, "I mean, I'm passin' the class." Yeah? Who's class you in?" Um, yours, actually. I sit two rows behind you."I couldn't believe I never even noticed. She began to shudder, as if cold chills racked her body. She tried to stifle her moans as once, twice, then three times her body convulsed against me. She grabbed me in a ferocious embrace, and I continued to massage her little button. Soon, however, she groaned, grabbing my hand and forcing it away from her pussy. I didn’t know what I’d done...“Mischelle, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…did I hurt you…?” I asked worriedly.“Shhh…don’t worry,” she said in an exhausted whisper. “You didn’t hurt. " Is there news of such an occurrence? All you alchemists 'have ears open and eyes on your competitors', surely the production of Satan's Breath would soon be known to your peers?" I asked, in an attempt to rouse the Professor from his obvious despair.His face and mood lightened. " True, no news is good news. Even when deciphered the notes would not be readily understood by a common apothecary, but several apothecaries in Europe ... Bayer in Munich, Pfizer in Zurich, Poulenc in Paris ... are as.