”“You did. Are you regretting going on this trip already?”“Oh, no! But, he asked if I would do some sound recordings or videos of us fucking o... whatever and send them to him. I’m hoping that you’ll agree to let me do that. It’s only for him, and well, maybe me too. I’d like to see what I look like, especially when I’m riding you with my breasts flopping around. Even better, I’d like to see what your cock looks like as it spears into my hot little pussy over and over and brings us both orgasms. He was able to go to work on Monday but the pain and nausea got worse and the medication was not helping. The worst pain was in his groin region and the last thing he can recall was that it had gotten really severe and he felt like he was going to vomit. The next he knew was being here in bed just a few minutes ago. The pain has almost gone away now and his stomach feels empty. This was all very confusing to John, but at least the doctor had explained to him where he was and what they knew had. She depressed the plunger, chuckling. "Nighty, night, Liesel, " "Breanne! Breanne! Are you alright?" Professor Williams's voice seemed tobe coming from a distance. Breanne groaned as the waves of pain hit her; bringingher out of the darkness. "Breanne! You need to answer me, honey. You fell of the bench and hit yourhead. Can you hear me?" Breanne slowly opened her eyes, seeing the face of her professor, alongwith the concerned expressions on her fellow student's faces. She opened hermouth,. Small, slim but with ample curves in all the right places, she was wearing a cream silk blouse and dark blue skirt, probably also silk but certainly very smooth and deeply glossy.I suppose she was probably in her late 30s or early forties which seemed “old” from the point of view of a 17 year old but she was really still in her prime and clearly took good care of herself – this at a time when working out at a gym was for body builders and boxers, not the general population. I’d always fancied.