Shamelessly, I begin touching myself thinking about how small I am compared to him. I don’t know how Kristen was getting her lips wrapped around it...and taking it half way down her mouth. That though, was the final straw. I had to fuck her right then and there. I slammed the door open and she quickly jumped up in shock. “John! what are you doing here?! This isn’t wha..,” she started until I cut her off. “Shut up and fuck me you slut!” I demand, while I rip my suit off kissing her. I can taste. ( ¥ ) ( ¥ ) ( ¥ )Using a campus map she had downloaded to her phone, Agatha drove through the campus, navigating the antique car her grandfather left her, to parking lot D. She pulled into an open spot, shut off the car, and took a moment to look around at the place she would call home for the next four years.As she got out of the behemoth she heard a rich, slightly familiar baritone voice behind her, "Wow that's a hell of a ride!" It's a '57 Chevy Bel Air Hardtop. Before you ask, yes, It's got. She spun around to him, brushing against his cock. Her hands made again for his belt; this time there were no objections.With his cock now out and free of his clothing she took him in her hand while dropping to her knees, she gave only a small thought of if her knees and his feet were visible at the bottom of the door. The worry was soon gone and pushed from her concerns.As he pulled her top up, her tits springing free. She took him in her mouth. God, what was she doing? She was cheating with. Open up, slaveboy.?I turned this pair inside out and pushed them into his crowded mouth deliberately. It was clearly getting uncomfortable for him, but it was just the start for me. ?Five more to go,? I announced. ?Moving right along.?I heard some movement around the table. Finally, Stephen was testing his bonds. Good for him, I thought. He’d find that the straps around his ankles were even tighter than those around his wrists. He’d soon find out that there were straps pulling down over his.