You'd be Miss Spencer, the photographer, right?"Bree recovered quickly. "Yes, I'm Bree Spencer. We'll do this whenever you're ready, Professor Gordon....He loosened his tie a bit. "Please, call me Cary. After all, you're about to know every-thing else, right?"Bree laughed with him. She adjusted the camera and told him she was ready.The first shot showed Cary behind a desk, reading over some term papers. Then he moved to stand in front of the desk. Off came his shirt and tie, and after a few. I protested that it should be enough, but they ganged up and did not relent. I took the pizza, and one of them passed me my drivers license and car keys. I opened the door, took a look around at the deserted parking lot, and ran to my car. The realization that you run half as fast barefoot dawned on me. Finally, I made it to the car. I sat as low as I could on the seat, turned the engine on and carefully drove the route I was familiar with. I came across several drivers, including one driving a. Andrea took her daughter’s hand, ‘You really love him?’ Maureen thought, uh oh, we’re going into the let’s make sure you know what you’re doing mode, ‘I do mom.’ ‘You and he, you’ve both thought this thing through?’ A nasty thought skipped across Maureen’s brain. What if she said something like, no we’re just two assholes out on a lark. She didn’t though, she could put up with another well meaning motherly interrogation, ‘Not exactly, we’re in love, we’re old enough, and I think we both know. We all contemplate on it with utter delight.Nobody is exempt from dreaming of hard bondage,Nor excused from the desires of erotic goth sex.I call her an exquisite bitch without further ado,And inform her what a lovely tramp she really is:For she needs a mammoth cock slammed in her throat,Chained to the wall maybe till her wrists bruise,Or perhaps hogtied to the table as I cane her fat ass,Or possibly handcuffed to the bed as I spray her pretty face!I label her a gorgeous slut without.