So, she came to me for help in studies specially maths which take a long time to explain. That was my jackpot. Soon we became good friends. In every m...eting we used to hug each other. The touches of her breast made me horny every time. I used to love her perfume which made me hornier. Exam days were near and she had to do a lot of practice in all subjects. But she was not able to complete her practice. Fortunately according to the sitting plan of examination hall her roll no. was at one desk. “Fuck it, Annie, look at that, he’s got his piel out; he’s actually having a wank. I bet you’d rather have that up your fanny than my fingers.”“You’d like it too, Janet. Or would you rather suck it? D’you think you could swallow it all.”“I bet you could, you filthy slut. You’d love him to shoot his cum down your throat.”Squish, squish, squish go Janet’s fingers in my vagina. All this filthy talk is turning us both on.Suddenly the guy covers his knob and sits back. He’s seen something. Janet. 2. GretchenAs a young child, I spent a lot of recesses indoors. Cold, wintry days frightened my mother into writing little notes to the teachers: "had a severe earache last week, please keep inside today." It never seemed overprotective to me. I accepted it as inevitably as the changing seasons themselves.Most days, I spent recess alone in the library. But a few times, after a bad case of the flu had gone around, other children stayed in as well. Then we sat in the tiny brick corridors of the. He looked out and knew that not only was he enslaved, but also that he didn't want freedom any more. He would forever ever need the pain and the humiliation and he had lost all desire to make decisions. He felt like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders, like the professor had so much enslaved him as liberated him. Liberated him from the burden of responsibility, of decisions, of independent thought. Again he felt deeply grateful that Professor Trenton had taken all this away from him and.