Now that her brain was back and willing, the woman toyed with Alex, teasing and tormenting her relentlessly but never letting her go over the edge.At ...he end Alex was strung up on a portable frame spread-eagled. She was naked, sweating, her new makeup a wreck, her hair in straggly clumps. Her breathing was ragged and in her mind the thin sliver of reality she had remaining was fading. She was screaming hysterically at them. The woman and Mr. Smith, standing there together, too close together.. When the last of the jug had trickled out over me, he gave me the empty jug and sent me off to the kennels.The dogs all crowded round, anticipating doggie delights, and the only way I could concentrate on milking them one at a time was by getting them alone. I was able to find an empty pen, and took each dog in turn in there, and did the "down, roll over" bit, watched through the fencing by all the other dogs. That worked fine while the jug was pretty empty, but as the jug filled up I needed to. Half from wanting to cry tears of joy, half due to how he made her feel when he caused her to have such a wonderful orgasm. She never faked one, she didn't even know how. It was real as her head swam from the erotic sensation."I'm going to describe how this feels when I write my first novel. You made a real woman out of me," she told Tim, just before kissing him with all the fiber of her being. Not only this man that was given to her was good in bed, but he was highly intelligent. She felt that. Then I realize - that’s all I can hear. Did the students outside leave?No. They’re still in the courtyard, but they’re silent and still. Are they listening?The Professor lets out a deep groan and I feel his chest rumble against my backside. The idea of a barely clothed, entitled schoolgirl that’s dripping for his cock, excites him. He abruptly stops his thrusts and slams himself to the hilt, into my throbbing pussy. I can feel his hardness roll around my wetness as he begins to grind himself in.