With long strokes of her nails she drew shivers and goose bumps all along my back and arms. Once she reached my ass she grabbed it firmly and squeezed...as she drew me ever closer to my impending orgasm. I continued to lick and suckle at her breasts as we settled into an easy almost familiar motion. My mind began to cloud with the sheer lust I was feeling for this beautiful woman. Soon I became aware that her breathing had become as labored and desperate as my own and I knew that it would not be. No words, just hand gestures as she led me into her office.She had me lay on her window seat as she ordered dinner for us and worked on grading papers while we waited.We ate in silence as she held space for me to process what I was feeling. I felt blank, like I didn’t understand the world anymore. I didn’t want to email my mother. I didn’t want to hear what she had to say. I had no idea what came next. I ate like a robot, not really tasting the food or drink.When Mistress had me back in my. No, she sat there feeling broken and exposed, shackled and hooded. There was no need to gag her, she knew no words could get her out of this, as of course they usually got her out of anything. Words, and the intensity of those amazingly expressive eyes, the delicious swing of her hips, the merest glance at her impressive cleavage. Oh no, now she was silent, shocked and shamed. She was helpless and readily submitted, it was her only choice, she could not fight. She did not own herself any more.. One on Chris’s hands was on Jen’s back, while the other stroked her still damp hair. Jen had both of her arms wrapped around Chris, just holding him close, completely lost in the moment. The kisses ended and they looked at each other with astonishment. Had they really just ventured into new territory? Chris quickly started to apologize, and Jen abruptly stopped him, giving a sweet smile. They turned, and followed the gravel path back to the camp, hand in hand, both wondering what would lie.