You shudder reflexively and I feel your soft cunt growing moist as I reach beneath. The strap seat is holding you positioned weightless and by steppin... back or forward I can find the perfect height to place the tip of my cock against the guarding lips. There is no way to resist or escape. With your butt hanging out and the strap at mid thigh you present easy access to the entrance to your warmth. My fingers outline the edges of the entrance slowly circling just grazing the outer edge of lips.. .. How his tongue would feel being traced over my nipples before dipping lower, and lower..."Bend over Claire," he ordered, pushing softly on the small of my back, guiding me down over his desk.Kneeling behind me, he rested his hands on the back of my thighs and spread my legs apart ever so slightly."Do you want me, Claire?" He asked, sliding his finger against my pussy in a torturously slow fashion."Oh please, Professor Kingsley." I pleaded breathlessly.Placing his hands on my thighs once. I sat and talked to the honorable Mr. Farnesworth when he was reasonably sober and fit to answer questions. He cursed me and demanded to be set free claiming to be a diplomat. He threatened and then offered bribes. He even said his soup was vile and that I smelled awful. He would not respond to any questions, polite or otherwise, except with a curse.I beckoned Samantha over and had her sit beside me on the log bench. She sat with her knees together, back very straight. She refused to look at. "He pulled a heavy door open and held it for us. The floor was a dark hardwood, as were the tables and chairs. There were Western things hanging up all over the place. Pots and pans and other cooking utensils you'd expect the chuck wagon to have on a cattle drive, some pretty impressive paintings of Indians in their buckskins and feathers, sitting proudly on their horse or gathered in front of the fire. A hostess came up to us with some menus in her arms.Mary said, "Where's the..."She pointed.