"She handed the cord to me.I waded the printout and held it before her face. "Open." I placed it between her perfect rows of teeth. "Bite down, and cl...se your eyes. Don't do anything else until I tell you. If you spit that out of your mouth before I'm through, you will leave and never contact me again."I stood tall and weighed the power cord in my hand. It was a nasty tool. I had received it very sparingly from my father. There was a trick to using it as safely as possible, but it could never. He rips off my gag so he can hear me moan as he devours me. It is not long before I am screaming and writhing on the bed. Suddenly, he stops. I'm shocked, but soon am granted an answer when his cock presses into me. Once again, I moan in pleasure. He bumps into my hymen and I get nervous. He senses my discomfort and promises to be gentle. He ties a smaller ball gag into my mouth so that I will have something to bite down on. Quickly, and in one smooth thrust, he deflowers me and I cry out in. Then I went to his office, sweat on my forehead. I stood at his desk, all buttoned up, proper like. He was a perfect gentleman. Just when we were getting into class topics, I swooned and collapsed on the floor. He came around from his desk and tried to revive me. I pretended to come to. He helped me onto the old leather sofa in the office."Ah yes, the old leather sofa. Bet his dad used it on occasion, with a random coed or three."Anyway, I told him I was burning up. He hesitantly put his hand. “It’s my nipple,” mumbled Lily, looking down into her lap, with Jaz’s comforting arm round her, “my left one.”“What about it?” I could only ask.“It’s inside out,”“How do you mean?”“It goes in ... look.” And she pulled her top down on that side to show me! She’d slid one side right down her arm, to her elbow. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so there was her small, pert breast staring me in the face. Well, on her it wasn’t even all that small really.“Lily!” I expostulated, averting my eyes.“Don’t you.