Rogers," the eighteen year old replied quickly, "but I was so excited about our session, my mind wasn't really on my studies!!!" "How sweet of you to ...ay that," Laura answered while kissing the young lad on the cheek, "now be a good boy and show me your penis!!!" Hurriedly Peter unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans and boxer shorts down around is ankles, letting his semi hard penis bounce free from its cotton prison!!! "My, my, "Peter," Laura Rogers whispered in a very husky voice, "you have. Despite knowing what is coming, my penis is getting hard, very hard. I move the curtain aside. My mistress stands before me. She wears a long black leather skirt, with a long slit up the side, i can clearly see her boots and stocking tops. She wears a white blouse, clearly displaying her black corset underneath. Her long brown hair is in a french pleat. She wears a collar and long black silk gloves. Oh such a heavenly sight.She points to the first room, which i enter. Its a medical setup,. She'd led a sheltered middle class existence before entering the convent. So sheltered she didn't even have a clear idea of what he might do to her, but the thought of finding out scared her spitless. He smiled as he reached out and she felt a sudden jolt to her middle. He'd nailed her right in the solar plexus with a tiny stun gun. She lay jerking and gasping on the floor for some endless time, trying desparately to breath. Just as she was having some success, he nailed her again.She was. He asked to cut in, and Matt allowed.We finished our dance, and headed back to the bar for a drink. We sat down and talked over drinks. It was the generic, "What's your name? Where are you from?" After another drink, and relearning everything to know about the other, we headed to the dance floor. A sexy little number was playing, and we danced and grinded each other while it played.After a few more songs, and my fourth or fifth drink, I was ready to go. He knew my motto, and asked, "Can I take.