An older woman, close to the Dean's age, but much slimmer with lovely, well shaped legs and bosom. I looked towards her and smiled, then at the Dean w...th a quizzical look on my face. He finally got the hint."Denise, this is Edward, the boy I've told you about so many times in the past few months. Edward, this is my wife, Denise."It was a french name, so I took a chance and instead of just shaking her hand, I kissed the back of it and said,"Enchanté, madam." I finished in french with the. ..., as I opened my legs wider to allow my aroused member some freedom, and to let my knee touch yours. It was obvious that some fun was about to be on the menu. The whole place was now silent , and we knew that probably only the two of us were left in the complex. Slowly, I caressed your side and left breast as I just slipped the towel from you, and ran my finger down your leg, and back up again, missing you in your hot burning area down there, but reaching your left breast to compliment it. I longed to be fucked. I forced four fingers into my wanting pussy. Still, I needed more. My thumb joined my fingers. Frode’s eyes widened as I pushed my fist into my womb.Bobby continued to chew. Still, I wanted more. I pushed my hand all the way into my pussy. "Am I bleeding, Bobby?”He took his mouth from my tits and surveyed nervously, ”No, you aren't.””You’re not biting hard enough then,” I growled.He gave me a wicked grin and went back to work, biting hard, harder than before. I felt his. Icouldn't believe it as his hands moved south over my stretched andquivering belly. My sense of touch was like ten times more sensitive, andjust the feeling of rough hands on my skin was mind blowing. Pleasuremixed with disgust, because my mind was still male - and enhanced - and Icouldn't believe a man was doing these things to me. Struggling did nogood, and only caused the ropes to dig in to my ankles and wrists.His hands moved even lower on my body, and now I was freaking out. Thecloser he.