."Steuber ließ das Buch sinken und besah sich die Besucherin genauer. Die Kleine kam ihm bekannt vor, vermutlich besuchte sie eine seiner Vorlesungen...für Erstsemester."Und Sie sind Frau...?" Steuber legte fragend den Kopf zur Seite."Burger. Alina Burger. Erstes Semester Maschinenbau." Die Kleine trat ein und lächelte ermunternd.Steuber ging ein paar Schritte zu seinem Schreibtisch und legte das Buch ab. Jetzt erinnerte er sich wieder. Die kleine zierliche Frau war ihm tatsächlich schon. Grabbing her wrists with both hands, he eased her off of his cock until his head was almost out of her, and then he slowly pulled himself back into her. Just as his balls tapped her clit, he started pulling out of her again; he continued this rhythmic slowfucking of her helpless womanhood, enjoying the sensation of dominating her so completely. He smiled as she coated his dick with her pussy juices and when her pussy tightened around his cock and she came, tensing and moaning with pleasure, he. (Maybe both!) The consolation, if there was one, came when we got a standing ovation from the TWO rooms to our left. The room on our right must have lodged the complaint, we saw a curler-bristled head disappear behind a curtained window. But the folks down the row to the left were a group of Marines fresh back from ‘Nam, and they loved it! [Writing this now, I’m struck by the fact that if this happened today there would already be video clips on YouTube and Facebook with strings of comments.. .." It was the young master, and was quite appalled at the scene. His former caretaker and hopefully midwife to his future wife was being ravaged by his own father. Noticing his son in the room, he slid out of Stella and dressed himself."Son, just teaching the girl a little lesson about Masters and slaves, that's all." He stated as he slapped Stella's ass. "Beauty of owning pretty slaves like her is that you can fuck them any time and any way you want...they're yours to please yourself in case.