With my left hand I snake it around her waist and feel her stomach, soft and warm the warmth only a women can offer. She moves her hand to meet my han... and then guides it to her breasts, her head falls back and she let’s out a sigh. I put down the brief case in my right hand trying not to drop it, as not to draw attention to our rendezvous. Moving my right hand to the back of her calf and slowly deliberately, ever so slowly moving my hand up the back of her long leg, along her silky sheer black. The two of us were grunting and groaning like wild b**st, me from pain and comfort, him from pleasure and desirable lust. My mind was wondering why no one was coming to my aide, when I remembered that the library was almost deserted on Saturday nights. Only two student assistants, the scheduled librarian and maybe one or two students, besides no one hardly ever come into this section during regular hours. My anal invader was too busy to care at this point, his attack was relentless as he. ” She looked at Phil, then my cock, and then into my eyes. On one hand, her lust was clearly evident by her flushed face, and wide eyes. The other saw apprehension in Phil’s approval of what was going on. Phil assured her by saying “I want you to enjoy yourself and fulfill your fantasy. I am very okay with this.” It seemed that was all the assurance that Nicole needed. She slowly fell to her knees in front of me and began kissing my cock. First, with a little apprehension and then after looking. The whip wrapped around to his stomach eliciting a sharp cry of pain from his throat. He yanked his hands, forgetting they were cuffed up. Stop fighting! his Mistress commanded, slapping his face again. Mistress.. it hurts.. he moaned, closing his eyes. She forced a gag into his mouth. Shut up, slave. No one cares. she said coldly, pulling at his nipple piercings. He groaned as dull pain rushed to the area. He kept his eyes closed, feeling the pressure loosen as she pulled away. She bit one.