." under his breath when his hand touched me at last, feeling my light little fuzz, cupping me there, sliding a finger up and down between my wet slit... something that felt very good despite myself and i remained very still as he pushed a finger inside me.It hurt!!! oh man it hurt a lot what the hell was that, it didn't feel good AT ALL, and I was instantly not horny, pushing at him, trying to sit up. He held me down firmly, continuing to slide his finger as much as it would go before sighing. I could almost feel his power radiating off of him and pushing me to submit. I felt my panties getting wet. Before I could even answer, Mr. Bell leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I was shocked, but I relaxed once his slim tongue slipped into my mouth. I hesitantly kissed back, prodding curiously in his mouth. Mr. Bell’s tongue twisted with mine and he leaned over me, pushing me back onto his desk. He kissed me with expertise, knowing exactly how to elicit a moan from me. I never. She came in the bathroom with clean towels. I asked her if she was going to take me back to my apartment after her shower and she said, "You aren't going anywhere tonight, big boy. You made me a promise a little while ago and I intend on making you keep it."I had every intention of keeping it but I wanted to hear it from her. Besides, I still haven't seen those big breasts I've always wanted to see up close and personal. When I got out of the shower I realized I had nothing to wear. She handed. “I need a signature here.”“Does it have to be hers?” I asked.“I don’t care whose. As long as someone takes delivery.” The guy was completely bored with his job. I signed the electronic receipt and he took off. He didn’t offer to move the boxes from the porch into the house. Six boxes and an envelope. And they weren’t light.“Char!” I called. “There’s a delivery here for you. Did you order something?”She came out of the kitchen like she was still floating on the cloud emanating from her pussy..