Without another word or any acknowledgment of the half-dozen students and colleagues who tried to get her attention, she rushed to her office. The do...r was shut. She was too far gone to consider how odd it was for her on knock on ther own office door, but she did."Come," the now familiar, powerful voice answered. The voice of her fantasies.She was dizzy as she closed the door behind her. The door to what used to be her office, but was now his. There were plenty of signs the teacher was. Both were intoalternate lifestyle fantasies until he went over the top and demandedthat his wife do things she was not comfortable with. He continued topress her already liberal limitations until she finally said enough. Shedecided to take him to a totally new level beyond even his dreams.George was a happy-go-lucky sole, never married and with no currentgirlfriend. He was somewhat overweight but this did not stop him frompursuing his desire to get in touch with his feminine side. Having. It was bigger than she was expecting so she hesitated for a moment, but two big hands grabbed onto fistfuls of hip fat and drove the giant pillar further inside her. For her part she just let him, being a rag doll for his pleasure. She was going to be a filthy slut tonight. Once fully inside her, (she bit her lip as he forced the last inch into the deepest parts of her sex) he started rhythmically pumping her. Even though his hands were clamped onto her hips, she could feel her ass bouncing. When I arrived at Safehouse, I felt like a true outsider. Like no one else had been through what I had been through, and I guess in our own way, we were unique in the how’s and the why’s, but we had all been abused in one way or another and that alone put me in the same category as every one else who resided there. For those of you who have never heard of Safehouse, it is a place for battered women to come to in there time of recovery of abuse. A place to hide from their abusers and get their.