I had a perfect lover living with me. I was sexually content. I shouldn’t have needed more. Still, I couldn’t stop my attraction to Alia. She was ...xotic, her dark ebony skin almost silky, enchanting eyes, straight jet black hair of tight waves, and a body that matched my wife’s; slender and sensual, moving so gracefully.It became more of a problem when Sia announced she was going to Jasmin’s for a sleepover Saturday night. Alia invited me to dinner and to help handle the holy terrors.I couldn’t. "Of course, and I do wanna try some oral stuff too. If you know what I mean," Ted confessed.I kissed him on the cheek, and they asked us some more questions. It was nice to hear that he wanted to get a little more adventurous. Don't get me wrong, I certainly loved him making love to me. I was surprised that they didn't ask us more sexual questions, but it was their interview. Although, they did managed to get the real obvious, and important one out though. I was sure they knew we would have no. Her pussy was bare beneath the shorts, void of any form of textile protecting her delicate sex. No soft, frilly garment present to soak the wetness already seeping out and adding flavour to the perspiration of her desire.As his fingertip softly grazed her labia, she broke the kiss but softly bit his lower lip, a gasp escaping between her teeth.His other hand slowly slid over her shoulder, breasts, abdomen, deftly slipping the button of her shorts through its hole. Her pants loose, he gently. It was made so that not only did your rear feel ashamed, your mind did as well." Chelsea looked at the Professor as he spoke, and he smiled at the girl. She continued walking through the basement's offerings. She came to a plain-looking wooden chair. A simple looking chair, but it had some "special features". "This is called a punishment chair," Professor Diederich said, "It may look like a regular chair, but it has these metal rings all over for tying a person to it in a variety of positions.