Sharifa had been intrigued by a young mathematics undergraduate who was clearly intellectually gifted. He spent almost all his free time in the librar... studying. He was shy and very unassuming. In some ways Sharifa was reminded of her first meeting with Nicola. Sharifa thought he was quite handsome, though she doubted he thought he was. It was because he had never shown any interest in her that Sharifa was determined to bed him and set a trap to ensnare him.It was a Friday evening and Sharifa. Please let me go. I want to go home to my Mistress.?Bring the cane down again across my tits he says, ?Wrong answer slut. Where were you supposed to be earlier tonight??Crying in pain and regret I say, ?I was supposed to be with Mistress.?Kneeling down beside me he starts rubbing the welts that have developed on my tits making me wince in pain. Gently teasing my nipples he says, ?Then you do know why you’re here, slut??Not answering right away he starts pinching my nipples painfully making me. "Let me explain to you now about power. When you dress, move and feel confident like you do now, you show power towards others. This will feel like a threat to men. You see, men are hunters. They want to possess, to conquer."Mark went on, in his low, assuring voice."The feeling of power comes when a woman is confident, but power can also come from another P—pleasure."Pleasure, I thought. I waited 'til Mark proceeded. He took a big sip from his Bacardi and motioned me to do the same. I took a. I am sure that the next door couple must be listening just as we were and that turned me on even more – I could feel my balls tightening and let out 3 or 4 huge spurts filling Anna’s pussy with cum. We collapsed back on the bed and within minutes drifted back to a deep contented sleep. After a good night’s sleep we showered, dressed and got ready to go down for breakfast. By coincidence, just as we were locking our room we heard the couple next door open their door – they glanced in our.