My skin tingled as I brushed my fingers over his territorial mark. I felt the blood racing through my veins, invigorated by the thought of how he had ...laimed me as his own. I knew my body was now littered with bite marks and bruises from being held so tightly it hurt.He appeared behind me, smirk ever-present on his face as his fingers traced the pattern he had left on my curves. He whispered "You're mine now." Lightly in my ear, followed by a chaste kiss on my neck, sealing the statement into. "Where did you get all these... Oh! Oh dear!"She was staring at a full page illustration of a woman, naked apart from black stockings, pumps and the ubiquitous mortarboard, bent over a desk being entered from both front and back by two extremely well endowed young men. In the background another is keeping a tally on the blackboard while the rest of the class has formed a line."I assure you none of this... this... filth is mine!" she said after a minute's silence."We found it in your desk!" lied. When I pulled out she giggled and said: ‘That was really neat – we will have to do that again.’ She had managed to stay innocent, even now. We hugged for a while before we went and shared a shower. She scrubbed me thoroughly. I scrubbed her thoroughly too. Cindy can always find ways to bring a fun twist to things. Afterwards, I took a nap. A Discussion with Ann. Later in the den, Ann showed me some of the modifications she had been making to her book. She had worked until 2:00 AM Friday morning. Youdon't always put things back where you found them. And then there's mymakeup. I always use a lip brush for my lipstick and it leaves the marks.You just put it straight on leaving it smooth. Didn't take a lot to workit out did it? After all there's only the two of us here, right? And Ihave to confess I sneaked home today to see if my suspicions were right.Mind you I didn't think you'd look that frightened!" she said with agiggle."I'm just so sorry," Paul whispered, "I'll never do it again."He.