You sound like a girl; you need to sound like a Cuban girl." He spent the rest of the day practicing Spanish, but he was distracted by a craving to r...activate the pleasure he'd felt so briefly. He found himself unable to keep himself from stroking his breasts surreptitiously. Each touch left him almost intoxicated. He had been receiving pleasure stimulation regularly as a reward for his dancing, but this was much stronger. He refused to think about needing a man to get the same stimulation. Now she was a ‘slut,’ and he was going to ‘fuck her’? She was hardly a ‘slut,’ she was simply acquiescent to the regulations outlined by the galactic bylaws dictating that – As it were, protests and bargaining that went on in Elia’s head didn’t do much to dissuade Chad from brandishing his cock from his pants and clambering off the bed and onto the beanbag chair with her. “Chad, I thank you for inviting me into your home, and–” “Shut up, bitch!” Chad snapped back, them delivered the palm of his. Water filled my ears. Then Master blew a huge load and I swallowed greedily.Then he pushed me off his cock and looked down at me with a devious smile. Master began to piss on my chest. The warm piss mingled with the warm shower. I felt embraced by this warm wetness, as if I were in Master's womb. My slave dick was standing straight up, erect.I looked up, opened my lips and began to catch Master's flow, letting it fountain in and out of my mouth. The sensation was so erotic, to watch. ‘Very well. Class is dismissed, please do the reading. Stella, a word please,’ the professor said with a sigh. Ayla stood up and turned to the man next to her. ‘I’m Ayla,’ she introduced, stretching her hand out to his. ‘I’m Shane, nice to meet you,’ he replied, shaking her hand. ‘You’re a history buff aren’t you?’ Ayla accused. ‘No, not really, I just can’t stand stupid people,’ Shane denied with a grin. Ayla snorted and followed Shane out of the class room. ‘He’s out of your league Ayla.’.