It was a shame that matters with Beatrice had come to such a state. He gritted his teeth thinking of the situation had spiraled so rapidly out of cont...ol. He repented now of his lewd actions with her, perhaps even more than those with her sister. Beatrice, at least, was perhaps redeemable. Though she had encouraged, even instigated the liberties he had taken, it is the unalterable duty of the gentleman to preserve a lady's purity, even when she fails to grasp or acknowledge that obligation. He. Nowhere to hide. "Fuck this." He said. He pushed me back, and I slipped on the wet floor. I pulled myself up to my knees as he continued to walk to me. "What the fuck are you –" I yelled, but he plugged my mouth shut with his cock. "Shut the fuck up and take my cock in your mouth you fag!" He whispered, placing his hands behind my head and forcing me onto his cock. I moved up and down on it. "You like my cock you little gay fuck, don't you…" He said, loudly. I hate to admit it, but I did.. She could feel the wine starting to regurgitate back up her throat as her stomach turned over. She felt like she was shaking like a leaf but when she looked down her hands were still. Did she really want to go forward with this fantasy? Earlier it had been fun to think about having him as a lover, but now that reality had set in she wasn't as sure of herself. Finally she mustered up the courage to speak. "So Ron, you think that you can read my face, that you can tell what I am thinking, even. Expecting us to, like, take notes and do homework the first day. Like, what kind of a fucked up class is this?’ ‘That’s bullshit. I wanna hit the beach this weekend, not the books. Like, what the fuck does he think he’s doing?’ ‘Man, if I didn’t have to take this, I’d, like, drop this shit in an instant. Fuck, this is nuts already.’ Paul smirked inwardly to himself. Part of his strategy as a rookie lecturer was to be seen as a no-nonsense kind of guy. He figured they wouldn’t walk all over him.