Long toned legs and a nice round ass, tight and firm from cross-country running. Me, 6’ 1’’ 215-pound, blonde blue-eyed rugby player. The trip w...s ending Sandra and I had been flirting all week, we met in the ballroom of the hotel for the trip’s last event, the disco. Leo the student my family was hosting had already coupled up with a girl from Brazil and had from what I could tell had lost himself in her dark eyes. A tap on my shoulder brought my head around to see Sandra in a tight gold. But what does that make me, a sadist? I dont feel like a sadist (she says to herself as her pet femboi laces her boot under the restaurant table with his mouth full of her dirty underwear). But I mean like, I dont want to see him bleed or anything, Im just really getting off on the power-trip of humiliating him. Thats healthy right? He finished much more quickly with the left boot (fucking overachiever) and sat back down, all ablush, that hard-on of his still raging. Maybe I should just ask. I. For a 24 year old she didn't look a day past 18, which was much more than John could say about himself. Now he sat downstairs in his nice outfit waiting for his wife to get ready. He couldn't wait to see what she was wearing, she had teased him all week about what she had bought for the occasion.Upstairs as Jane was getting ready to go she talked on her phone with her best friend Jane. Jane had given her the hottest idea she had heard a few weeks earlier, and couldn't wait for her husband to. Every time I sent my tongue across one she'd moan so softly, I wasn't sure I'd heard her. Finally she whispered "Please, take off the rest of my clothes." I looked at her, astonished, and smiled. I leaned over to kiss her breasts again. "Please," she said "don't make me beg." I smiled and kissed her lips. "Okay," I whispered. I kissed my way down to her zipper, undid it, slid her jeans down her slender legs and tossed them onto a chair. I spread her legs and felt her trembling. Slowly,.