" Megan rose, her head hung low. She knew she had to take whatever I would give her, and she would do it gladly. She wanted me to see that she was sor...y and that she could take anything I would dish out. "Go over and face the wall, slave. Stand with your legs spread far apart and your hands on the wall over your head." She did as she was told. She knew I was watching her every move, seeing if she would hesitate. She stood before me now, bracing herself against the wall, waiting for my touch. I. “You remind me of him,” she continued as she eased the waistband of my shorts. My cock was stiffening, making a distinct bulge.“The sex is great,” she said as her hand dipped inside my shorts. “He takes his time, he listens to what I want. The students are always in a rush. Get it up, get it in, get it off, and down to the bar!” She giggled and looked away from me. "Sometimes, with my Professor, we have sex that lasts over an hour. He makes me come so many times.”My half hard cock was now free. I pretend to be asleep. I just like looking at her. Everything is long, except her tits and ass which are high and firm. Where are you going? She turns, startled. When she sees me staring at her, she reaches down and tucks her penis between her legs, leaving a neat little bush within a narrow tan line. To make you breakfast. Since when do you get up specially to make me breakfast? Since when? Since I started liking it. I make you dinner, make your bed, make myself up for you, make you. The syrup was sickly sweet and it had a very distinctive smell. Follow me, he ordered. I crawled on my hands and knees for about the next 15 minutes. At first, it was a little awkward, but the pads on my palms and knees worked really well. After all that had been going on, I suddenly realized that I needed to pee. I was a long way from the house and I could just see Matt and Steve off in the distance. So, I stopped, spread my legs and started to piss. That felt SO good to do that, just.