“Do you have any other identification documents to prove you are actually eighteen?”It was obvious that I could bring out a score of eyewitnesses ...hat would verify my date of birth but she would still have that nagging feeling in the back of her hear that I was pulling a “fast one” on the college and was too stubborn to admit it. Her name was Ms. Rimaldi and she had a picture on her desk that showed her standing on the top of a steep ski run ready to take the plunge down a dangerous slope. It. She moaned but did not protest. Part of the game was to take all you could no matter what, until there was no return.When he was ready, he slid his finger inside her one more time and when he pressed the tip against her tight asshole, he slid the finger slowly inside her, until it had disappeared. She was beside herself with pleasure, moaning, encouraging him, “Oh, yes, baby, fuck it for me.”He acquiesced but on his terms; he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her anus but stopped licking. My dress still exposing my tits, I leaned forward, wet my fingers with my pussy juice and rubbed His engorged head. He moaned. Once that was good and moist with my taste, I inserted His cock in my mouth. I heard Him sigh with relief. My tongue travelled around the head and deep throated the shaft several times until I gagged and came up for air, my eyes tearing and saliva dripping down my chin. Master gave me a look that told me I was not finished with Him. I went down on Him again and this. She took a deep breath and told me of one evening after she picked me up at hoem for a weekend stay. She said she decided to keep her office clothes on as she prepared dinner for us, and that I was sitting in the kitchen keeping her company. She daid, "I was wearing a light summer dress with a loose skirt,andheels. You clearly were noticing my outfit because I caught you staring at me several times. I noticed you were rubbing your penis under the table as you watched me, and it got me going. As.