He patted her buttcheeks and then slapped them hard several times. He told her to spread her butt cheeks apart so he could see her little asshole. She...pulled her tight cheeeks apart and her pink, little rosebud stared up at him just begging to get plowed with his cock. He pushed his finger into her mouth to get it lubricated. She sucked on his finger voraciously covering it with spit. He pulled his finger out of her wet mouth and gently pushed it into her puckered butthole. She squirmed in. Arlene gets here tomorrow..." Richard said vaguely."We know that!" Sorry. My head is still in this chord analysis." Richard closed the book, and stretched. "I was thinking dinner tomorrow night." Are we a part of that?" Sandra asked."I'd like you to be." Why don't you two go out alone?" Emily suggested. "If we all four go out, you're going to have to tell her about us, since you've already been leaking info to her." Yeah, I've thought about that. It could be a good distraction for her, though.". ”Sonya scrunched up her face into a guilty smile.“I’m Michael,” I said, extending my hand. But instead of accepting the handshake, Sonya raised her blade, taunting me:“You wanna try again? Who knows, you might get lucky.”I DID get lucky. Not in the next match, mind you (she kicked my ass again, just as thoroughly as she had before), no, I got lucky later that night, after she invited me back to her dorm room to watch the big swordfight from Scaramouche.We hit it off so well, we wound up hardly. When we finished, she would be returned to the bed and would know nothing that might have happened.When Obaninov woke up, he was already tied, spread eagle, to his bed and he was naked from the waist down. The ball squeezing had turned out to be such a convenient persuader that we did not bother with anything else. We would have to find something equally persuasive for women.Obaninov woke up and was immediately frightened, but not for the reason we expected. "What are you doing to me? I did.