And I know it’s not enough, you want me Sheila, you want me to fuck you. And that’s what I am going to do. You aren’t going to say anything. All...you are going to do is be my submissive little sex slave. If you aren’t I will drag you into the hall way and let everyone see what you are doing in here.”His deep tone scared her, but there was no doubt that Sheila was aroused, she was too horny to say no, so she went along with it. Rebecca was in the back corner, now using her own hand against her. I’m coming.. please... AHHHH.. AHHHHEEEEE"Cathy’s body went into spasms , the muscles of her strong, athletic body tightening and then relaxing as the small climax washed over her, gone before she had time to enjoy it. His hand slowed and then stopped, still resting against her soaking wet cunt lips as Cathy tried to catch her breath. Despite her best efforts, as she had cum, her tired muscles had convulsed, involuntarily straightening her legs and tightening the rope around her neck,. The very moment she had got home. It had been an attempt to wipe the events at the prison from her mind and to re-establish an equilibrium. It had failed utterly.The whole episode had been a disaster and simply reinforced the irresistible passion she now felt for Jackson. It had pissed her off, that she had been forced to use all her feminine charms just to get her husband to make love to her. She had taken a shower for more than just reasons of seduction obviously. She had needed to wash away. "Dennis went out of town to clear his head last night." "Oh," he said, "still trying to get over Sally huh?" "Yeah," I told him. I looked ahead towards the professor and shook my head. Out of the corner of my eye I caught Dennis looking at me. "What?" I asked, turning towards him. "Nothing," he said, "You just look different that's all." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well," he said, "It must be your hair that long. It just looks different." I reached back to feel my hair, and noticed that it.