He had the habit of lecturing from the front of the class and then wandering into the rows.All four girls had broad smiles on their face. Bigger smile... than ever before. They alternated making long extended eye contact and then making obvious stares at Mr. Crete’s crotch.At first he was able to ignore the odd behavior, but then it became noticeable. The girls’ strange eye contact, smiles, and then their long stares at his crotch started to have the intended effect.The first thing the girls. Although their relationship hadn't yet been going on for long, it was obvious to everyone that they had become very close, very quickly. Rob was almost twenty nine years old, and he claimed it was time he married, and began his own family.Rob and I had been working on some projected harvest numbers, predicated on forty new acres of production coming online over each of the next six years, starting after the current year's harvest. Using conservative harvest estimates of twenty five thousand. Her sex was so warm and ready to be fucked. Amaya still didn’t understand why she was doing it, but that was OK. She knew that now that she had started, she had to see this game through to the end.The man she’d just sucked left the restroom, and a minute later, someone else walked in. One of the cocks was Wesley’s, but Amaya wondered who the others were attached to: Friends? Employees? She had a strange thought of guys playing her game, receiving instructions via cell phone and being told to. ” “I think I understand.” “The point is, it’s consensual, and I’d never do anything you didn’t want me to do. Nor would I ever expect you to do something you didn’t enjoy doing.” “Thank you.” “You are welcome. Humiliation play is very dangerous in the hands of an inexperienced Dominant. Also, only the mentally strong submissive can handle it.” Now she was confused again. She always thought it was a weakness. “Could you explain please, Sir?” “Let me give you an example..