Brian Jones was my 29 year old anatomy teacher when I was in high school. I was in love with him. Everything about this man was perfect in my eyes. We...l dressed. Articulate. Handsome. Funny. Charming. Sexy. Intelligent. He was what I wanted my dream husband to model. Mr. Jones was tall with smooth brown skin and a smile that would make you melt. He was well build thanks to the fact that he was a black belt. He was always put together and seeing him sent shockwaves through my body. I had to sit. He then moved his palm on my hips, where I was actually very tiklish, but I felt something else this time as his palms caressed my hips. A cold wave passed through my body, and I was getting aroused by his touch. I didn’t protest though, as I was liking it, and also wanted to know what he’d do further. I liked the suspense. He was rubbing my hips and then to my back again. Then he progressed to my belly, around my belly button, and waves after waves passed through my body. He was actually. Harper's lair was large and spacious, and lit with tworows of fluorescent lights. The brick walls were paintedwhite, as was the ceiling and flagstone floor, and theroom resembled a cellar that had been converted in to aclinical torture chamber.I wobbled and nearly lost my balance when Daniel droppedto his knees and hastily removed the tape securing thesleeping bag to my lower legs. He then freed me from thebag completely.Dr. Harper smiled as he looked me up and down. He was atall, muscular man,. ... OH GOD I LOVE IT!..... DON"T STOP!....... PLEASE DON"T STOP and let go of me to grasp him. I untied all her restraints and she seemed to melt into him her hips hunching hard into his most fierce thrusts, her thighs over his, pulling herself up to his cock as he fucked her. At first you could tell she had inhibitions about touching him but after a few more trembling orgasms she had her hands on his ass pulling him into her, begging him to fuck her, to cum in her pussy, crying out how she.