They were moving towards the sign-in desk. His hand slid downward. It stopped at her ass. Carla let it rest there. It was the least she could do. She...had already done everything she could to get him to take her to the convention. She had written papers, done research, sat in the front row of his class, not wearing panties of course, and crossed and uncrossed her legs to give him a good view of her sweet spot. It was all for politics. Politics! Carla just loved politics. The whole idea of it,. Then Lisa sat up and pushed me back on my back. She then straddled me with her pussy up above my cock. I watched as Jenny reached over to my cock and directed it upwards to Lisa’s pussy. Lisa lowered herself onto me and I felt myself pushing into her. I got the sense that Lisa was having a difficult time taking me in. Jenny starting coaching her saying, “Relax and take deep breaths. With each breath try to go a little lower. That’s it! A little more. He’s almost in.” Eventually the resistance. We went into my room, he sat down inmy desk chair, and I closed the window, shut the blinds, and pulled the drapes across. Funny thing, I was actually getting excited to start up again. If Kevin stayed quiet in his corner, I would be able to finish, get paid, and send nasty text messages to Chase by the end of the night. I kept myself covered with the blue robe, and Kevin mumbled a curse of discontent. Stage shy was not my middle name, but I figured I was going to give him the least I could for. She’d mounted him hastily and thrust into his starfish with urgent need and surging vigor.Calling it a horse cock was no exaggeration. Leslie’s tool was massive. The dark-skinned giantess was a pony slave just like Dany. Being a workhorse, Leslie’s body rippled with muscles that gleamed in the afternoon sun. Along with the hormone treatments and experimental drugs that had turned them into eye-pleasing, sex-crazed ponies, Leslie’s cadre of worker mules also received regular courses of steroids.