“No talking. Some screaming is allowed. And you do remember what will happen if you fail to submit?” Kevin asked jerking my head up to meet his ...nticipating gaze.I nodded jerkily as I could. He had a firm grasp of my hair to keep my head from moving. As I stared at him he gave a nod to John behind me and I closed my eyes braced myself and waited for the first blow. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.“Oh, Love. You are innocent. Did you feel her tense John? She thinks she’s here for a. She looked like a whore which excited him.“Your pussy feels so good. Fucking hell! You are simply gorgeous, Mrs. Brown.”“You have me all worked up. Your cock feels so good inside of me.”Mr. Brown fucked his wife but wanted more from her. He pulled out of her pussy and pulled apart her buttocks. He licked her butt and tongued her secret spot. He pushed his finger inside of her butt and got her used to it. Once she was panting, he carefully pushed his cock inside of her.“Baby! Your butt. Lolly wrapper? His unspoken question was left answered as a line of cool wet fire seemed to run from the head of his cock to the base. Then he felt the same strange cool warmth envelop the aching top. It was her mouth, she must have eaten something with menthol in it! It was like ice. The sensation made him squirm, the muscles of his ass clenching and unclenching as he felt her soft gentle sucking. He couldn't keep from gasping as she suddenly opened her lips and he slipped down her. The instructor just wasn't having it.Finally, The Wanzor touched the hand of the instructor transported him to 1560 and watched Giovanni Battista Moroni paint Antonio Nicolinis as a woman, titled it Portrait of Angelica De Nicolinis and pocket 10 florins for it."I accept your premise," he said. "Did you have to ruin art for me?"Wendy said, "The art is still the art ... and Moroni is a good artist ... it's the subjects that might not be true."Class is class and living in the dorm is living in.