I circle your erect nipple with my finger, the pink bud harder than I have ever seen it before. I squeeze it, stiff but flexible, like a nodule of rub...er. You gasp. “Christ, Annie.” A movement behind you catches my eye: a woman is walking down the aisle towards us. I push my bag so that it covers your exposed breast, but give your nipple an extra hard squeeze as she walks past. You let out a little squeak and kick me hard under the table. As she disappears behind me down the aisle, I pull the. The commander pulls the woman to the emperors feet before handing him the chain. Shes got a temper, your majesty- Good, Constantine cuts him off. Rise, girl. She glares at him and slowly rises. Though she is barely over five feet tall, she has the presence of a very worthy opponent. They say you have skills. What is your name? I am Vittoria, she replies, her glare intensifying, and my skills are none of your concern. The emperor smirks, I see, Vittoria. I assume these skills at least cover. They agreed because they wanted me to show them some “to die for sex”. I did. Afterward they could move around the classroom with a benchmark to work with, to let them more accurately score the guy’s skills. The lucky lineman winner, each day, would get himself sucked on while the all-time winner was promised to get fucked. Stoned or otherwise this was compelling.The new girl’s job was to let me demonstrate on each until orgasm. Then they’d go around to sit on the ready guy’s faces. They would. She allowed me beneath the black silk sheets and made me watch as she stripped completely naked. She took delight in parading her shapely mature body before me; my cock raged in its confinement as I viewed her glorious curves, ample arse and full breasts, which sagged only a little, somehow enhancing her sexuality. She was a very sexy woman and knew it. She smiled at me as she took a thin patent leather belt which she buckled about her waist; I noticed this had two loops at the rear. Elaine.