OK. It happened once. It could happen again. Let?s not discuss it any more today, I want sex tonight.?That night I put handcuffs on her and we made...happy and fulfilling love -- good sex. I removed the cuffs, we hugged and slept. The next night I cuffed her again and cuffed her ankles. Immobilized she could not stop me from sliding the dildo panty up her legs to her crotch. I uncuffed her ankles and tied them to the bed corners. With her vagina now accessible I lubed the dildo and slid. With so many things that she wanted to know about that no on was telling her. They kept telling her that she was to young for all the answers for her questions. But she wasn't! They all talked about what was happening like she wouldn't understand and when she asked it was always the same "you'll find out when the time is right." But she already knew some of what was happening and was mad that no matter how hard she tried they would not tell her everything.But she knew, just knew, that today was. Cassie found herself glancing down as well. “Dr. Miller…” she questioned. “Call me Steven,” he said affectionately. He never allowed students to call him by his first name. Was her professor coming onto her? He wasn’t a bad looking man, in fact, he was quite handsome. Short, but handsome. He stood at about 5’7”, had a slim build and dark brown hair that complimented his light blue eyes nicely. Was she actually considering letting this happen? He touched her hand lightly and gently moved it over. "Emily and I know some of the damndest people." A trebuchet? Oh, that story you did in the Courier last winter," Aaron smiled, the light dawning."This sounds like a story," Sonja smiled. "Why don't we head out back and you can tell it?"It was warm in the fenced-in back yard, out of the cool spring breeze. The black leathers were hot, so Emily and Vicky soon peeled down to the T-shirts and jeans they had on underneath and settled into lawn chairs while Sonja served beer and soft drinks and Scott.