Julie was always very juicy. Juicy Julie. She must have been hoarding it up recently. She is creaming so fast, it nearly spurts from her. More for me....I adore, love her taste.“Baby, Mommy is cumming so much. Your tongue must be getting worn out, by now. Stop sucking and licking. Start plugging. Dam up my hopelessly leaky pussy! I need your cock. Drive a big wedgie in me, to halt this continual incessant flow.”“Do you worry I might add to the flooding problem, rather than staunch it?” I’m above. ?Now, you have probably realised by now that this is not an ordinary school,? Julius continued. ?You will receive an education here, but of a very particular kind. And when you graduate, you won’t be going home. You see, my dear, Von Hoffman’s specialises in the training and selling of slave girls.?Perhaps it seems absurd, given what had already taken place, that I should be surprised. But everything had happened so quickly that I had not had time to consider the motives that lay behind the. He started kissing me and feeling my tits over my shirt . I was getting really turned on but was worried about people seeing in. He convinced me it was late enough that everyone was asleep and no one would be walking by there.I didn't need much convincing - by now he had slipped his hand under my shirt and was tracing his fingers around my hard nipples ever so slightly. It was making me incredibly wet!As I kissed him long and slow with my tongue in his mouth, I undid the buttons on my shirt and. When he left the house, the cool metal between his legs didn't feel obtrusive, foreign; it felt comforting. Once settled in his office, he made the usual call to Kate. She came in and sat down with a look of mild concern and asked, “How'd it go last night? Feeling okay about everything?” “Yes. I feel really good about yesterday, actually. I was up for a while thinking. The way you handled things...it was fair. I didn't know what I was walking into, but I should have realized you wouldn't ask me.