E. folding, hanging etc.3/On removing any clothing which reveals her Master's deity (Penis), a bitch must kiss the glans as a mark of respect.Other in...ormation1/ Only Masters/Bulls may mate with white Koral bitches. No breaches of this rule will be tolerated. Husbands may not have any sexual relations of any kind with married bitches. Any bitch who breaks this rule will be barred from all Korals for life.2/The Grand Master he is responsible for initiating all new bitches into the Koral.The. Breathing the same space of air, my hands on her back, we move slowly. When she can go no lower, completely impaled, I hold as still as I'm capable of. She feels so fucking good. I try to concentrate on her heavy breathing, and less on my need to thrust roughly into her. Chanel clings to my shoulders as I feel her start to move. Not up and down, but back and forth, and I can feel everything. Her luscious hips roll an agonizing rhythm, and my dick flexes after every circle, trying to feel more. . Meanwhile, my hands have slipped down your flat stomach…and have undone your shorts…slipping them to the floor, followed by your boxers. My fingers are now pressing into your wet pussy through your pants, feeling them get wetter. I let my fingers slide into your underwear…but not touching your pussy yet…they brush along your skin.I can’t resist any more, and pull you around to sit on the stairs. I spread your legs wide and kneel in front of you, pulling your pants to the side as my tongue. .As I walked under the great oak trees on the lawn of our campus, a light drizzle fell from a dark grey sky like the grey of the forbidding institutional stone building in which my first class was to take place. I walked in to the small room, looked around, saw no one I knew, removed the sociology text from my bag and began leafing through it. A couple of great yawns escaped me, and I sucked greedily at the last dregs of my coffee. I heard the click of heels authoritatively approaching the.