"Are you listening to me?" My professor's voice cuts through my thoughts, and I look up to meet her large brown eyes, unable to think of what she'd ju...t said. I can see anger in her eyes, as I hesitate to speak, but a sudden thought crosses my mind. What if I could switch off her anger?I quickly imagine her anger as a switch, with happiness on one end, anger the other, and try to move the switch. I feel the switch with my mind, as I push against it, but it refuses to budge. I press harder, but. Together they pulled her off the road into the bushes as she desperately tried in vain to pull herself free, her fingers digging long furrows through the gravel and dirt as low branches and twigs snagged and tore at her knee-length skirt and blue blouse.Suddenly she was in another clearing, filled with long vines that ran across the ground and up and down the trees. Much to her horror, the vines began to move all around her, closing in on her as she let loose a terrified scream.She once again. Then all of sudden the light came ,bhoomi mam wanted to turn off the lights as he was feeling very shy , I asked her to turn it off,as she was no longer my master,so she got up adjusted her gown and stood up, I just pulled her back and pinned her down, I am on top of her and she facing down,,she again resisted as she didnt like doing it in light.I wasnt letting her go ,even for a second, I raised her gown ,and I could see her bare ass,,I moved my fingers between her ass crack, and caressed it,. You do not have to participate but limits must be respected.The pages said that this a complete clothing optional resort. Their was a list of events. First was a meet and greet. The letter said that if wife was submissive she must be kept on a leash and collar and on her thigh the number listed must be written so I put her number since the first thing she did was strip. Number 6977. A list of other things that you were into was to be written on her other thigh.1. Group sex2. Bukkake3. Bi4..