Sure, it didn’t have any of the seductive charm of Ms. Maynard, but it did possess a calm eloquence. ‘In this course we will be covering major dev...lopments in the literature of Europe, from Realism to Post-Modernism. Reading is heavy, but that’s to be expected,’ she stated, pacing left to right. ‘Works range from novels by Flaubert, plays by Chekhov, poems by Wordsworth, critical essays by…’ She went on talking, but I didn’t pay much attention to her words as much as I did to her movements, her. But it was! Frantically I rushed for the bathroom, my hands clasped over my mouth. I barely made it there before my stomach gave a heave, bringing up nothing at all. I knelt there, my head spinning as the deck gave another lurch under me. I debated crawling back to the bed and decided to stay right where I was. I suppose in one way its funny. Had I been able to get on my feet though, anyone laughing at me would have run a serious risk of having their limbs permanently rearranged. I mean,. It was half the diameter of my cock and I was thankful for that. I tensioned my arse as I felt it touch.“Don’t do that Tom, relax, just relax until its through the tight bit,” she told me.I tried to relax, but you know, when you think its going to hurt you can’t fucking relax, but I tried my best. Laura was brilliant and patient. In about five minutes she had the dildo right up my arse and she was fucking me with it.“That looks so fucking nice, Tom,” she said.I closed my eyes and actually. I thought he wasfinished with me but I was wrong."Don't move, you fucking slut," He repeated himself, his voice tinged by lust and a****listicneed. I felt him lining himself up with my naughty hole… the hole Daddy had just begun trainingfor his use. I squirmed involuntary, whimpering loudly. This earned me a hard, twisting grasp onthe flesh of my bottom, the pain bringing me back to tears instantly."I won't say it again. You'll only hurt yourself more if you resist," His breathing was still.