Uh, yes ... of course." Good. Now get your shoulders back and thrust out those perky tits of yours. Just remember, you never look any of them directly...in the eye." Yes, I ... I remember." You do nothing without my permission. If someone wants you, you send them to me. If I say yes, you give them the fuck of their life." I ... understand." Good, now no smiling, just look sexy and remember to pout those lips."With that the two made their entrance. The main ballroom was enormous. The wall hangings. I feel it grow under my toes, and I knead it gently, pushing it with my feet. Running them down to his balls, I press against those also. Smiling as his eyes close and he enjoys the feel of my toes playing against his sex. I push further, letting the hairs of his sex cover my toes, caress and teasing them. I laugh as he pulls my foot away from his cock, he kisses the inside of that ankle, then licks his way from the ankle up to my knee. His fingers rest on the inside of my knees. He pushes. Your class is a basic history class, one that all the students have to take so all of them are not there by choice, although there are a few history majors who seem to be interested in what you have to say. You turn back to face the class and all the male eyes in the room immediately zoom in on your chest, your full, heavy breasts filling out your white blouse and brown vest combo nicely, the two buttons you left opened exposing just the right amount of cleavage to keep the guys awake. You push. I didn’t think there was any need to play it slow or shy, we both knew why he was here, but he was young. He was still learning who he was becoming and the desires that came with it. I gently and slowly played along, although my lust for him was overwhelming. I started at his feet, rubbing them and stroking his calfs. My cock already aching for him, for release. My hands moved up his inner thighs. His cock was so close to my fingers tips, I could feel the heat from it. I didn’t touch it though,.