"Sorry, Mr. Sullivan." I sucked his dick right back into my mouth."Hmm, that's a good girl." He ran his fingers through my black hair. "You can also c...ll it a hummer, oral sex, a BJ, and cock gobbling."Really, cock gobbling? I didn't interrupt my blowjob to ask if that was a real word. His hands gripped my head, gently guiding my bobs. I rubbed harder at my pussy, pushing the gusset to the side so I could shove two fingers into my dripping hole. Since Mary popped my cherry with her strap-on, I. He released his grip on her.Her mind was racing and her fear building.. What in the world was he making her do to him! In her eyes he was nothing more than a sick twisted vile creature. He held her by her hair and she watched his hips as the got nearer and further away from her eyes. His movements quickened and he muttered strange things that she couldn't quite understand. Suddenly she could feel him in her throat and it was hard to breathe. She clamped her eyes shut and just wished it was. Robin shook her head and gave her a ‘way-to-go’ look. My face turned beet red with embarrassment and I couldn’t look at anyone. Your Daddy and Grandmother just burst out laughing at the three of us.’ ‘Then your daddy got down in front of me on one knee and said . . . Emily Marie Thornton, I fell in love with you the very first day I saw you. That love has only grown stronger and deeper over the years. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?’ ‘YES!! YES!! OH, MY GOSH!!. I get an appointment set up, and this is where our story really begins:Professor Lambeau's HouseI walk up to the Victorian manner that the professor lives in. Apparently the professor is rich from all the books he's written and sold, given the nice house, and that he pays for his assistants tuition out of his own pocket. A slight wind catches my coat, causing me to draw it tighter as I reach the door and ring the doorbell. I wait nervously, patiently for a moment before an intercom buzzes..