Looking down at me you decide to take matters into your own hands. You reach down and caress my cheek and quickly move your hand to grab my ponytail. ...hile still looking down at me you demand “I gave you fair warning that if you weren’t going to use that mouth properly I would!” and with that being said you slowly thrust your cock in my mouth inch by inch pulling out a little in between so that you can get me ready to feel all of you. We both know that my gag reflex is still in play but you. I started thinking thatmaybe I did deserve to be punished. I couldn't bear to look at his accusingeyes any longer, I felt like they were burning me on the stake, so I lookedat his feet instead. And that's when I saw the true source of my woes, andtried one more time to plead my case..."But, you don't understand. Isabella tricked me! She played mind games withme, made me think she loved me to get me to lower my guard, subtly erodedmy confidence and then preyed on my indecision and inexperience.. I knew it was her lunch hour and I told her she could get some in 10 minutes. She kind of freaked out and asked how. I told her I had a friend who could come to her office. She said no she wouldn't have sex in her office and she can't sleep with a student. I told her he didn't go the the university and he lives near by so I asked her if she would go to his apartment. I didn't give her a chance to answer before I was giving Jamal a call. He said come on over.I then tried to help Ms K look a. They tell you they would rather investigate ten false alarms than miss one real emergency. It’s what they get paid for. My thumb was on the 9 when the third cry came.It wasn’t the woman. It was a man’s voice, and it wasn’t quite a cry. Whatever it was ― a grunt? a gruff sigh? ― it happened just as a mattress spring popped in the bedroom above my own. Finally, I knew what I’d been hearing. I put the phone in its cradle the phone and slunk back to bed.Turns out I had moved into an echo chamber:.