She then said, "If I were really mean, I could fulfill another one ofyour fantasies right now, but I think you'd just die."I asked what that was, very...hopeful."You've said before that you'd like to be teased and then not allowedto cum at the end. Don't worry - I couldn't do that to you now. Notafter yesterday."Don't get me wrong - I really did want to cum. worse than I ever hadbefore, if you must know, but a part of me wanted to live this fantasyas well. So I told her that I wouldn't die if she. I reached for a chair but my harlot grabbed my hand and placed it on her bare chest, rubbing it from side to side across both her soft tits, she had already resumed working between her own legs. “I need to cum now.” She whispered huskily. “With that, she sat down on her chair and started to lick my cock, holding the base with her other hand. Her nipples looked like pink thimbles and I grabbed one between my thumb and forefinger, pulling it up towards me so that it bared the weight of her heavy. But Coach was not a nice guy! He had this coming. And Trevor was thrilled to make him pay for what he'd done to who knows how many teen boys.Trevor savored the moment gently kneading the Coach's balls for over a minute. By that time Coach had broken out into a cold sweat. He was moaning as he waited for the terrible pain to come and his dick was a rock hard eight inches once again.Trevor squeezed—hard! Harder than he had the first time. The coach wailed in pain, and through sheer will managed. The room was long, and narrow, and dark.It seemed like like some kind of chill-out room.There was a row of armchairs in front of them, all set up to look through the polymer glass window that ran the length of the room. They were on the sixth floor here, with a view out at the campus and Sullivan's creek, and towards Cassie's apartment building, and, further out, Lennox Hospital.The lights above the polymer glass had been set to enhance the view of the night.Joan stared out the window, and.