Grinning, Serra replied, “Thought you’d never ask.”Maintaining her grasp on his cock, she led him over to the bed and pulled back the covers. A...ter a few quick kisses, she spun Malik around and pushed him down onto his back, causing him to laugh in surprise. With a lustful smile, Serra slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down, revealing a thin black landing strip leading down to her pussy lips. Crawling into bed with Malik, she pulled the covers up over them. She smiled at me and gestured towards the clear jug of water on her desk. ‘Would you like a drink Mr Waltham?’ she asked. I nodded, taking advantage of the opportunity it presented me. ‘Then just take a deep breath – I can appreciate that this is an uncomfortable situation for you and I don’t want you to feel any more nervous than necessary.’ Her smile was disarmingly comforting in a strange manner. ‘I…’ I was starting to feel like a fool. I closed my eyes and tried again. ‘I…I want you to do. "Get me out of this! Right now!"She raised an eyebrow, then, to my dismay, tightened the drawstring again-- just under my chin!"That's no way to ask for help, Darling," she smiled. "And I assume youdo want my help getting out of those things... which, let me remind you,you put on yourself! Well, let's have breakfast first.. I'll feed youbits of toast and sips of coffee... and then we'll see about getting youout!"And that's just what she did. Only instead of sitting on a chair, shespilled me. The Apollo Space Program. Me? I had no idea what I was going to write about. I was scanning through my history book and talking to the others but nothing appealed. I knew if I didn’t have a lot of passion for what and when I was writing about I would get a poor grade, and I needed this credit. Grabbing my things I left the storm of history being tossed about and headed for Greek row and the frat house. We have a few history people in house that could give me a few…maybe unique ideas..