Started licking her choot… she was holding my head and pressing it against chooott and shouting.. ” joro se chooosss.. or jor se… iska pura ras ...ile….” Aisa keh te keh te wo zad gai.. abhi tak wo do bhar zad chuki thi.Phir maine mera lund uski choot pe rakha or mere lund ko choot pe ragad ne laga.. use acha lag raha tha.. wo bedshit ko apani muth m pakad k apane ooth ko teeth m leke daba rahi thi… or keh ne lagi “Shahid ab raha nahi jaa raha kuch karo..” maine mere bag se Condom nikala or mere. Unhooking her bra and shrugging it from her shoulders, she takes delight in the surprise in his eyes as he spots the nipple clamps connected by the chain. She moves in close to him and allows him to touch the chain, pulling slightly, feeling the clamps tightening on her nipples. The exquisite pleasure mixed with pain causing her to moan softly as her eyes close. She knows the song is going to be over soon and she knows better than to linger with this guest any longer. She stands and continues. She crossed her arms over her hefty bosom and fixed Silmaria with her look. “Alright, out with it, Sil. You’ve been moping around like a wounded thing for three days now. The girls that share your quarters say you’ve been crying at night. All your fire’s gone out. By the Twelve, what is wrong with you?” Briefly, Silmaria considered insisting nothing was wrong, then quickly discarded the notion. Cook knew her too well, and she would poke and prod and wheedle her until she inevitably gave in and. "Good afternoon Dean Whitaker. I'm Laura." the girl said, as she extended her hand.The Dean shook Laura's hand and then gestured to the chair in front of his desk, offering her a seat. Laura sat herself down in the chair and the Dean began to ask her some questions."Okay, Laura. First things first. Have you given any thought to your major, yet?" Well," the brunette began, "I have given it some thought. Right now, my major is General Hardcore, but I'm also thinking about minoring in BDSM.".