"Let’s get this going quickly. I suggest the bet be everybody’s shirt". I took a look at her face up card. She had a King. Scott had a three. I h...d a nine. Not a bad start and it appeared that Kristi might have Blackjack, but losing a shirt didn’t seem to be all that bad. I agreed to the bet, Scott took a moment looking at his cards, but finally agreed to the bet as well. Kristi called out blackjack while flipping her face down card revealing an Ace. She lucked out, getting to keep her shirt. ..this encourages me to thrust harder"I will break your spirit and your ass will be given to me freely!"with each thrust my balls slap against her gaping sopping wet pussythe room fills with the sound of smacking flesh and moanspounding her ass harder "You will give yourself to me." I hiss at herher ass begins to loosen up and accept my invading memberfeeling this I yank back on her hair "Say it Bitch, let me hear you say it"hesitation at first causes my thrusts to become savage as she cries. She was one of the friends I'd made at college and a pretty good sculptor, and decidedly unhappy about sketching for mid-terms. She'd put the class off for entirely different reasons."I doubt it." I smiled at her and she frowned."Don't look so happy," she snapped."What did I do?" I rolled my eyes. It wasn't my fault Linda couldn't draw."Our model today is Kurt, so let's behave ourselves," the professor said, opening the door to her office, which also served as a changing room. She paused,. I felt a rough hand on my shoulder, spinning me around into a particularly dark corner. His sheer size had me pinned to the wall. And I stood there, like an idiot, in shock."Don't touch me, Ian." I hissed, trying to get away. His grip on my shoulder only tightened. His insolent little grin heightened when he put a grubby hand to my chest, feeling around roughly. I screamed and he put the hand on my shoulder to my mouth. I bit the top of his hand, drawing blood, but he refused to acknowledge he.