” Sweeping his hand over her lower back, he urged her to lean over until her breasts pressed against the countertop. He backed his cock out of her....Thrust back in. “That’s it. Fuck my slutty little pussy,” his opponent whispered. Brad seized her ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he drove deep inside her gaping twat. He leaned over her, his tie trailing along her back, until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “You have five seconds to beg before I leave you wet, hot, and all alone.” . I need to see another one ... a different one." You want me to show you mine?" he asked calmly."Would you?" she asked tentatively. "Could you?" If that's what you want, then yes."She felt the nervousness of near panic, and acted before she could chicken out. She dropped to her knees. That had been the script with the professor and she did it unconsciously. Her hands went to his belt and the button of his Dockers as he stood passively. That was in the script too, as was her pulling at his. Phelps was sketching like crazy, while I smiled for him. I had no idea what he was looking for, so I just sat there being bored. Funny thing about not having many memories, the ones I had were on a loop and ran over and over. My dad was in some of them, others were of my childhood pets of all things. I suppose it would make a psychic crazy to read my mind.I tried to remain quiet and not move, but I'm sure my boredom showed. Phelps finally decided to take a break. I slipped the black dress over. You push my hands behind my back and firmly hold them there in one of your own. I begin to whimper, groan, moan and gasp as you begin taking possession of my breasts. I squirm as I begin to feel the pressure in my stomach building and the fire between my legs magnifying. I moan and whimper out, “Master…may I…may I please…please cum for…you?” which you deny, causing me to groan, but I take it. The pressure and fire increase to the point where I begin to beg in gasping breathes,.