Now I was used to it and it takes a lot to take the hand of another man who you know is going to fuck you, despite the fact that you will be doing it ...im either before or afterwards. I took the trembling hand of Michael, him being my first partner of this class and led him to our futon. I had been named as the leader for obvious reasons. His eyes were also tremulous as we sat down on our futon and waited for all the others to be sorted out before the lighting went down to almost total darkness.. She shook, sobbing with mortification. “Where are you?”“Here, Mrs. Justice,” a nervous guy, maybe a year older than my son, said. He was handsome and muscular, tall and blond with Scandinavian cheekbones, almost resembling Chris Hemsworth.“So you think you must be hot shit?” I sneered. “Think you can fuck my son’s girlfriend behind his back.”“Yeah,” he admitted though he winced, not meaning to be so blunt and honest. But he had no choice. “She was panting for it. Just begging for my dick.”“Oh,. It was massive! At least three and a half inches wide. The tip was smaller but not by much. She was scared of what it planned to do with her but strangely part of her wanted it inside of her. The tendril began to push against her tight pussy and Tessa cried in pain. Tears streamed down her face and she became scared, "please no, it's too big." She wailed at no one. Suddenly it forced its way into her vagina. She looked down at her pussy and she could see the thick tendril disappear into her. And now, there she was sat next to me, accompanied by another girl. ‘Hello Pete!’ she said and I was as much surprised she new my name let alone she addressing me. ‘All the girls know you Pete, as if you didn’t know it’ she said, those gorgeous deep brown eyes peering at me. Thinking about what she said I guess I had only eyes for her in the office, she was enough females to set any guy into the fantasy zone and my fantasies about her were no exception. She always looked so tantalising.