A lot of that will be rimming on her part. Make no mistake about that. She’s my slut, my slave, and I can make her do whatever I wish! You can tell ...hat she enjoys it, too, can’t you? Deep down, all of her resistance is gone and she’s embraced her new life of bondage,” I insisted as I rammed Vanessa harder with every stroke.“Oh, and Jordan will be rimming you, too, among other things, right, bro? Just don’t expect to get his dick inside you anytime soon ... if ever. I’m toying with permanent. Mila has always had a strong sexual appetite, but in those early days, this was hidden from view. But the texts she was reading and the ones the professor suggested off the list, all seemed so sexual. In a strange way, the professors reading lists, enthusiasm, began to turn her on. Surely, the professor was interested in her, like the girls in the texts...So Mila, bored with her life in other respects, decided to play a game, to test the professor. She started wearing tighter tops, skirts that. He gave her a sideways glance. “Where’s your new friend?”“With his friends where I left him.”“He should take you home.”“But I came in with you.”He turned to her angrily. “Yeah, you did. And what’d you do once you got here? First punk who starts flirting with you… You’re on a date with me, aren’t you? Still you---”He stopped when she put her hand on his thigh.“You’re so sensitive,” she said with little laugh.“Carla,” he said, throwing his hands up. “Just go…”“Take me home,” she purred, puckering. As I inhaled Paige was slowly becoming pressed between my arms and my body, a combination of intense strength and soft comfort. I had been told I was a champion hugger – but it was only because I enjoy hugging. We stood there for a long, long time, Cleopatra and Machiavelli twisted their tails around our legs and pawed our thighs as we held one another. I ran my right hand slowly up and down Paige’s spine, feeling the wool of her sweater, counting the bumps down her spine, getting my hand.