But ongoinginvestigation and all that. I really have to go. Fleming is pitching."+++++++++It was called the Ceremony of Acceptance.Four men were lifti...g Tawny to a gray sheeted bed while a fifth stoodready to plunge his cock into her ass. The professor in Tawny could marvelat the psychology of it, even as she dreaded it. The trappings were allreligious; a variation on Old Testament scripture mixed in with asprinkling of Greek mythology and a healthy dose of girl power spin. Butthe religion was. ? ?I am superior to you, Sara. You should be honoured to be in my house, inmy lounge ? you should be honoured to be in front of me. Kneel.? ?W-what?? ?Well, Sara. I am superior. You should do as I say, surely. Surely I needn'tspell it out to you?? Sara dropped to her knees. What was she doing? ?As an inferior being, you should always be on your knees when in front ofme when we are alone, or when I say. At the drop of a hat, you should do whatI say. For I am better than you, Sara. Remember. Mein ek dam hairaan reh gya or chup k dekhne lga .. pehle usne kaafi der tak maa k chutar masle aur maa apna kaam karti rai wo maa k chutah mastalta rha .. Thori der baaad usne maa k mammmmo ko pajarh liya or khichne lga .. ma a ne kaam chorh diya or sidi ho k mumme dabwane lagi .. or siskiya lene lagi .. ma ne siut pehna hua tha or jurha kiya tha .. usne maa k siut upar uthaya or bra b upar utha k bade bade mumme bahar nikal diya or ache de dbane lga .. abb maa k bade bade mumme bahar latak. ” I manage to moan out his name. My voice is high pitched and strained. I was so close but I needed more. “You taste delicious.” He growls into my ear, slipping a finger into my slit. My hands fling to my sides looking for anything to hold onto. I was slipping so far into the abyss of pleasure, I needed anything, something as an anchor to reality. “Cum for me.” His husky voice whispers as his fingers continue to plunge and curl inside my slit. They were soliciting me, pushing me over the edge..