Sie wurde nervös. Ihre Hände und Knie begannen leicht zu zittern. Erlauben Sie mal! Das ist eine Damentoilette sagte sie brüskiert. Ganz langsam ö...fnete sie die Verriegelung der Toilette und öffnete die Tür.Vor ihr stand eine Schwarzer Mann von schätzungsweise 40 Jahren. Er trug eine schwarze Lederjacke und Jeans und musterte sie von oben bis unten. Was wollen sie hier? Sehen sie nicht, dass das hier die Damentoilette ist? Doch, entschuldigen sie, aber ich habe sie beobachtet. Ich bin hier. I waved at the security camera and headed up the stairs to the second floor where I had spent Saturday afternoon with Professor Hoyle sucking and fucking my way to top grades. I got to the top of the stairs and to my dismay found that the corridor door was closed. I could see that the professors door was slightly open and all I needed to do was get into the corridor. ‘ALARMED DOOR' The sign on the door read. ‘DO NOT USE AFTER HOURS. CONTACT SECURITY' I could see the corner of my bag. Im your whore and my holes are yours when you want them Again Im your whore and my holes are yours when you want them Now repeat that until I mark my territory Just like the rest she recited my words like it was a phrase from the holy bible and only once did she falter but I allowed her that as it was only because she had a huge orgasm which smeared my cock in her juices. I picked up my phone and held it pointing down at my cock drilling her hole and told her that I was about to mark her pussy. I remembered Capt. McKinnon’s words about getting out together socially and asking Donna if she wanted to go to the Mess on Friday night, she eagerly agreed. My madness at her was tempered with more signs of affection and we were relieved to be in each other’s embrace again. I still planned on getting my revenge and would soon put it into action.Friday night arrived, and I waited in the living room for Donna’s arrival. “Do I look slutty enough for you?” She came to me modelling her skimpy.