Mishraji pulled me on top of him and to my surprise started kissing me again. He licked my ear lobes and turned me on my tummy kissed my back and star...ed mauling my heavy buttocks. I understood his intention and tried to protest, as I was not used to anal sex but Mishraji was not in a mood to oblige. He spanked me on my buttocks which had become red with the beatings. I did not have the guts to bear any further pain, so I relented. Mishraji had started licking my anal opening then he applied. She grabbed my hand and pulled up her dress. I needed no more guidance, and I reached down into her panties. I found her panties to be soaked with her vaginal secretions. I rubbed her clitoris as she squirmed atop me. I then guided a finger into her tight, hairless vagina up to the knuckle. I pulled it out and continued to finger her as she sat on my lap. I pulled my finger out and removed her panties in a swift motion. I de-robed, not wanting to waste any time. In a few more seconds, her dress. Were students that dumb? They didn't get it. And teaching ... real teaching was nothing like the Professors said it would be. Like Generals planning to fight this war with the tools of the last war, college professors were still using the techniques they learned from their professors.Now he had to write out assignments for the next four days for ALL his students and do it right now. 'Fuck ... I haven't read that far ahead in the book.' "Class, pop essay quiz. Five hundred words on Shakespeare. “Damn,” muttered Tanisha, another futa on the football team. She led her two sex slaves, a futa and her sister named Charisma and Krysten. They both wore collars and leashes, both dressed in fishnet stockings today and booty shorts, leather bras around their tits. The futa and her little sister held hands, looking so happy. The Program was changing my college.“I need it,” I told Meaghan. “Real bad.”“Mmm, okay,” she said. “For the swim champ.”Her lips met mine for a moment, hot and naughty, then.