I shuddered and let out a gasp as I felt his warm tongue on my bum. He began to gently bite my bottom. I cried out and shuddered again as his tongue t...uched my asshole. So wrong, but so sensitive! His tongue was now exploring, moving between my very wet lips, probing. I wanted this man again and badly… ‘Please?’ I begged. ‘Not yet,’ he replied, and continued to explore me with his tongue. I could tell that by now my pussy was swollen, desperate to be fucked… ‘Please?’ I begged again, this time. She got up, shaking, tears running gray with mascara down her face, and muttering in Portuguese. As she left, our teacher, noticing that something was wrong, tapped her on the shoulder. “Are you alright?” “Yes, I go home now. Thank you,” she walked by at a jogger’s pace, already out of the door before any response could be offered. As terrified as I was by the unexplainable power that he had had over Maria in the classroom, curiosity got the better of me and I went to meet her tormentor. I was still a virgin when I boarded my flight to Paris at the age of eighteen. I eventually paid a hooker in a seedy bar somewhere in the red light district of Paris to get laid. It wasn’t very good, or at least not what I had expected. She lay there with her legs spread wide and looked at her fingernails while I tried to fuck her. I say tried because I was so nervous my cock wasn’t hard enough at first. When I finally slid in, I managed three or four thrusts before I came in the condom she had. You look like a runway model. I think your body is perfect. I bet the men do too." That may be true, but Playboy would never be after me to do a layout. That equipment, my dear, is what you carry. If my stuff works on you, I know that it will work with full figures anywhere. Boy, are you stacked!"Cindy was not sure how this conversation got started, or if she was in the presence of a sexual preference of which she was not interested. Jen noticed the warning signs in Cindy's face. "That is a.