Karen felt butterfliesin her tummy. She couldn't believe she was about tohave such a beautiful cock in her very own mouth.The handsome masters cock w...s huge. It felt like theten inch poo that he had pushed down her throat theday before. Karen was so excited she nearly forgot togive him pleasure. Karen was very good at giving head.Karen was forced to perform on the cruel ugly slavemaster every night. If Karen didn't give good head hewould beat her arse hard.Karen worked her magic on the. There was a chorus of titters, and the girl quickly turning red and sat down, ignoring the taunts of her classmates."Class!" Mrs. Becker had to shout to be heard over the giggles. "You will behave or this time will be cut very short and you will return to your normal classes." The girls quickly quieted as Mrs. Becker returned to a normal speaking voice. "That is a good question Tiffany, but one which will have to wait until after lunch. The morning period, as I thought your teachers had. You begin to grind you hips as everything else fades except your pussy. You barely notice him roll you over, lift your ass up and spread your cheeks. You do notice when he rams the second dildo into your dry ass hole. You scream into your gag but little sound comes out. You cry, even though you are in pain, the dildo in your pussy begins to take your concentration again and when he turns the one in your ass on, you cum. "My my little slut. Already wet, and i haven't even started yet.” He pets. I felt so guilty, like I’d been cheating, but it was only a dream, wasn’t it? So I had guilt sex. I really put on a show, too. I guess that’s what people do. All I wanted was to get back to the library. I thought I’d never fall asleep. I’m sitting in a library. The library. Only this time there isn’t a test. I know where I am and why, and even that it is a dream. Lucid dreaming, I think they call it. But he isn’t there. I realize that I don’t even know his name. There is so much I don’t know.