Her body quivered and I felt her pussy clinch my cock. I knew for sure this time she was having an orgasm. Her shaking was harder and stronger than th... first time. Her pussy was like a vice; it squeezed and milked my cock. She bent over further as her orgasm rocked her body and I could not stop myself from trying to push my hips forward and back, trying to sink my cock all the way in her. I knew somewhere in my brain that this was wrong but no one was listening to that voice. I kept trying to. At first I laughed at the idea of such a little caring woman taking charge of things. I should not have laughed. That weekend, she made me pay, and we both had more orgasms in those first three days after Alex went to college than we had had in any one week since the honeymoon!!! Last month, she snapped a clear plastic chastity device on me and teased me until I was ready to die. When she finally released me I loaded both her mouth and pussy with steamy stringy loads that seemed to pull. It’s just not a big thing for most college students.”“I think you’re right,” Elyse said. “I haven’t run into many, either. And of Steve’s friends, only Kara — that’s his girlfriend from back home — and his friend Larry, go to church regularly. None of my friends did.”“I think we’re at the leading edge of a trend that’s already hit Europe,” I said. “Most of my Swedish friends have only been in church for their own baptisms and confirmations, and for funerals or weddings. I only knew one person. This time we both were carried away and before I knew it, he had already unbuttoned my shirt and started massaging my breasts through my bra. Just as he was about to unclip my bra, we heard the hasted steps of people approaching in the corridor towards his office. There was not enough time for me to button up my shirt, and it would be so embarrassing if anyone saw us like this, so in a hurry I crawled under his big oak desk hoping nobody would notice me hiding there. It turned out to be his.