... the words echoing into your head ... such a good whore.... good slut.... your going to make your mistress proud arent you.... youll never escape...... the suction cups sucking harder... harder.... tugging on your nipples.... stretching them into the tube to milk you. Power Princess moans helplessly, shaking with emotion as she cannot help herself and sucks submissively on your fingers. Moaning and rubbing her body pleadingly back against yours. She shudders with humiliation, realizing she is. We had seen photos of the couple and some of those had been sexy, but when they opened the door and greeted us I knew immediately that we had upped our game. They looked even better in person, an attractive couple who complimented each other. I noticed Jeff cop a glance at Jen's boobs, I had done that too but more discreetly of course! I knew he would be pleased though. There were two sofas in the lounge and we sat down on one of them. After pouring us drinks they sat on the other. From hidden. Annette had usurped my attention."Jesus-H-Q-reee-eyest," said Annette, staring at me."No, just Jack, Jack McBride," I said. "Haven't changed my name." I was smiling broadly."Funny, Jack, funny. How the heck have you been. It's been how long? Forever?" she said."Not good, Annette. Not good. Not since you dumped me. I've tried to settle for second best, but, well, you were just kind of irreplaceable," I said."Like I said, Jack, funny," she said, smirking. "You can't still be carrying a torch even. It was a lot to follow, but Dartmouth does not employ buffoons or hand out degrees like candy. When eyes started to widen and heads started to nod, I knew my evening was a success. Sean says, never overplay the hand. I only needed to tie a bow on things.I said, "I asked you here tonight so I could pay tribute to what has gone before. As much as the future may be different from the past, the past is the foundation. Dr. Lancaster..."Emilia Lancaster was Dean of Women's Studies and one of my.