" Elspeth nodded her agreement with a broad smile, and leant forward to swat his hands away from his hair as a knock came at the door."Who is it?" Bri...called."It's me, Hope." Elspeth slipped the latch and Hope came in, with the socks she'd gone out for, and a tie. "Here." She passed the socks over, and Marcus took off the ones he'd managed to tear the heel out of earlier, and then she held up the tie. "And this, I can assure you, will match her dress perfectly." Where did you get this?" Brianna. By the time hehad exhausted all of the library books, he was nearly the mostknowledgeable expert in the state.What he discovered was disappointing. This was perhaps due to his earlytraining in illusions, but none of the magic that he discovered passedhis rigorous test: 1) It had to be repeatable, 2) It had to be physical,not mental [he had no use for the Psychic Friends Network], 3) It had tobe a conscious act performed by a human being (so, haunted houses wereout), and 4) It had to be. The butt plug stretches my mouth to its maximum, and I could feel its girth scrapping along my teeth. Once I had taken the widest part of the toy, into my mouth.Mistress Bee had me turn around display my freshly fucked arse, and rounded cheeks. "Bend over bitch, I seem to remember you forgot your manners earlier tonight, and we all know that comes at a cost, and your cute cum slut arse must pay."I just stood there, bent over, a butt plug wedged in my mouth. God knows I've been in this position. In about 2 minutes, she kept her hand on my thigh while clearing my second doubt and rubbing my thigh. It was a perfect moment. We kept looking into each other’s eyes, almost about to kiss, but we didn’t.That day I managed to take her phone number. I’ll have her subject for next semester. If I have doubts, I can ask her. She said she was not allowed to share numbers with her students as she typed her phone number. She asked me not to give it to anyone or tell anyone about it.Soon the semester.