“Well, you will need to remove that before you come to my office.”Sarah stepped back and raised her eyebrows. Then, in a very composed manner, she...looked me straight in the eye and said, “Yes, sir.”*The next hour of the party was relatively uneventful. I thought about the college principal in her underwear (she must have been seventy, and I loathed her enough that I wouldn’t mind too much if I was kicked out for fraternising with the students). Then my erection subsided enough that I could walk. I could feel the blood running down my sides as she opened me up with her nails. I didn’t care though it felt too good to care. She brought one of her blood stained hands around for me to see, and then she licked her hand clean and smiled. “Every part of you tastes good doesn’t it Timothy?” she said through bloody lips. I couldn’t respond I was too busy slamming my cock into her cunt. I would completely withdraw from her pussy and then slam it back in hard causing her to cry out. It seemed. I extend the spring by lowering my bottom jaw and twist a screw tightly to lock my mouth open as wide as the spreader allows... Wide enough that the BBC I've seen pictured in my inbox can easily slide thru all the way to the back of my throat. I can't swallow the saliva that my open mouth is now making prolifically, and drool runs down my chin and wets my nipple clamped tits.I place my knees on the 2 foot long, 6 inch wide padded section of floor. The o-rings are about a foot behind me and 18. Yes her belly is tubby, and a bit saggy, but she is looking one model of mature womanhood. My eyes return to her tits again, and I watch the sweat trickle between them, and as I stare she runs her finger down the cleavage, scooping up the sweat before wiping it on my nose. Carole continues to unbutton her dress until the two sides fall open, now revealing her lower belly and underneath her small white knickers. My cock is now pushing at the front of my pants and making my shorts stand out. She.