“Why have you joined in the final year? You should be focusing on academics”, she said.“Mam, I always loved English as a subject, and I didn’t...even know that this society existed in our college. Otherwise, I would’ve joined last year.”I said with hesitation.“Students, these days! Don’t even know about their college societies. Anyway, welcome to the society. You better contribute as a senior student. I’ll have my eyes on you!”, she smiled.I was happy with all this and was planning a big move to. When she spoke, it seemed as if she read my mind."I'm afraid I can't permit you to touch me Twenty-two. At least, not dressed as I am: for safety's sake there must remain a layer of rubber between us," she paused again and smiled, as it seemed she often did. "Oh, you may speak if you wish. Is there something you wish to ask?" I don't understand Mistress," I stammered."Simply put, my bodily fluids, and possibly even my sweat are potentially lethal. Although the chance of transmission is actually. I felt the tip of his cock as it pressed against my little hole. "No, please! I've never done that before!" I cried out. "Then you need to learn." He replied as I felt him push into me. White hot searing pain shot through me as I felt like he was tearing me apart. His hands gripped my hips as I helplessly steadied myself, tears of pain running down my face as he plunged his hard cock in and out of me. Utterly helpless on my knees, dressed like a whore and being fucked like one, I felt something. " Thank you Gustav," she said. "We had a lot of help—you, John ... oh, and Bernard, it was you who organized the applause, I suspect?"There were chortles on the other end."And fuck you very much," she said."Amanda, this is John," came Toshimura's voice. "The last of what was said, and some of the earlier—do you credit it? Colonel, I ask you, too: was that real?" Dr. Toshimura—" Igwanda began, only to be interrupted."Col. Igwanda, I know how you must think of me," said Toshimura. "I can't tell.