"Emma, do not think harshly of me, but I crave the touch of a man... "it was early in the evening and we were both tired. She lay with herhead on my s...oulder as she whispered quietly. I found the touch of herbody thrilling - arousing even and part of me wondered what I might doto myself if I wasn't wearing the iron belt. From the soft moans Isometimes heard in the pens at night I knew I wouldn't have been thefirst slave girl to pleasure herself with her fingers in the dark,though such a thing. I gagged a few times but her moans kept encouraging me. She told me how sexy I looked with a cock in my mouth. As she stroked me I pulled the dildo out of my mouth and told her I was about to come. She laid back in the bed, began to finger herself furiously, and told me to cum on her dildo. She didn't have to wait long. I held the fake cock below my own hard dick as it shot several loads of thick, creamy cum all over it. I could hardly breathe. I was still at the end of my orgasm when I pulled. I sprawled forward and put my hands on the mattress to catch my balance, gripping the red 49ers comforter, and then Antonio was spreading my legs farther apart and rubbing his lube-slicked cock between my cheeks, and god it felt dirty and wrong but oh so sexy to be submissively bent over and waiting for his cock like that, acting like a slutty little Catholic schoolgirl cheerleader waiting to get fucked by a hard cock.Antonio started pressing his cock against my tight virgin hole, and I looked. But the problem isn’t you, it’s Jennifer.” Ms. Marianne said nonchalantly slowly pacing around the room.“What did I do?” Jennifer said concerned.“It’s not what you did; it’s what you didn’t do.” Ms. Marianne explained cryptically.“What?”“What I mean Jennifer is that your grades are dropping ever since the second semester and I’m worried that if you keep up at this pace that you won’t be able to graduate.” Ms. Marianne explained.“So why am I here then?” I asked eagerly.“Craig, you are here.