Gail looked emotionally invested in the moment as her arms dropped to her sides in submission and she threw her head back inviting more attention.My h...nds made their way down her back as my lips nestled into her neck. I was admiring the buxom shape of this young woman's body before feeling the plump goodness of her ass cheeks swell beneath my hands. I lightly bit down on the flesh of her shoulder while confidently kneading and squeezing the gorgeous fleshy mounds on her backside.Pushing Gail. It was because of this routine that the story I am about to tell transpired.On an evening at around nine, Noel walked into the quadrangle at the back of his hostel. There was a large storeroom of sorts across from that where sporting equipment got housed. Two large locked doors barred the entrance to this facility. To the left, there was a small pathway with an established shrubbery bordering it.That evening, before lighting up his cigarette, Noel decided to explore this pathway to see what lay. ....."Now come with me to my room ,darling so we can have our little talk aboutnasty Marc. And then afterwards we can get you properly dressed as mommybought you something special for the occasion." I meekly followed.Afterwards i could remember only vaguely what we talked about or whathappened during the session but i could clearly feel something hadchanged. I felt very relaxed and somewhat euphoric and there was indeed nomore nagging voice in the back of my head. I loved my mommy. "Wait. I forgot. What did we do with my briefcase? Did I bring it in?" Maybe upstairs in the meeting room?" I said.I couldn't recall seeing him with it since morning when he sent me out to get it from his car. He normally carried nothing with him on a day like this, because it was so easy to misplace things like that. The candidate looks more in control unencumbered.We went up a flight of stairs and found the second floor meeting room deserted and silent. At the end of the hall was a second.