I am yours...You decide that you don't want me to talk to you anymore so you place the ball gag in my mouth far back so that I can only moan or cry. ... look to you with fear in my eyes for what might happen with me now. My hands are bound to each bed post and my ankles to each at the bottom ... Spread eagle makes me so vulnerable and you want to have full advantage of my charms. You slap my tits around hard enough to draw tears to my eyes. I wiggle in the slight pain you cause me. You know. With a smirk on his face, he informed me, “Your dessert is between my legs.”“What?” I asked in disbelief.“Do you know anything about Greek desserts?” he sniggered.“No,” I replied, perplexed.“Well, there is a big, fat, long, roll of pastry with a crème filling, called a bougatsa,” he replied, stressing the description of the dessert. “Well, I’m going to push my big bougatsa into your pussy and fill you with a motherlode of hot and creamy, Greek cum,” Gikas informed me. “My balls are nice and. Come over here and kneel betweenmy legs."I knelt there and as ordered unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulledthem and then his shorts down to his ankles. I was amazed. The quick lookat the picture had not prepared me to see the penis about eight inches longand a couple of inches thick with big veins in the shaft capped with amushroom like head.I didn't know what to do but he was glad to direct me telling me to lickit from the head to the base as I watched it grow and get hard in. She was our electrical prof. As we spent more time we became close. But one day accidentally our hands touched there I had a certain feeling that this was something else. A few weeks later she announced that she was going on a maternity leave. I was bummed. After 6 months she came back. I was happy. But, I had developed sexual feelings for her.Days passed, I hadn’t spoken to her in weeks.6 weeks before, she came to me and asked why was I not talking to her. I resisted not to tell her but I.