Now slave I'm three fingers deep in your arse! I think it's time for my cock.She removes her fingers and changes her glove. She covers her cock with a...condom and lubes it up well.She gets on the bed and slowly enters him with the black cock. Slowly pushing it in. Slave starts to push back onto the cock which is now going deep inside his arse. Kinky slowly starts to fuck him with her strap on. Each time going deeper and deeper.. Your such a anal slut my hole Cock is in your arse she tells. I see blotches on their shirts and pants that certainly werent there when they arrived. The boys usually look embarrassed and avoid eye contact with me as they leave, which I guess just proves Junes point that they would be nervous if I actually participated in the interviews. My study is always left quite a mess at the end of each interview. I keep a wooden ruler in my desk, and I notice that during the interview week, it is oily and often discarded in odd places. I can only guess that she. I suddenly felt an awful pressure on my balls. I looked at Sally. Both her hands were on the table, as were Nicole's. Both sat too far away to reach me with their feet. Still the pressure increased. Sweat broke out on my forehead. I groaned in pain. I saw spots. More than anything I wanted to reach down and break the grip of whatever it was that was slowly grinding my gonads; but I knew there was nothing there. I groaned again, fast losing consciousness.Opening my senses, I saw two dainty hands. “Go on.” She insisted“Because of my penis size.” John frowned.“I find that a little hard to swallow. Pardon the pun.” Ms. Pierson mused; he thought he heard Ms. Styles let out a little laugh at her comment. “It’s true.” John said shyly.“Well you know what they say Mister Lovecraft. Seeing is believing. Why don’t you show us this cock that the girls were fighting over?” Ms. Pierson smiled. John couldn’t believe what he was hearing.“What, Here?” John groaned.“Yes here, if I am to believe any of.