I see." Her voice had a flat tone of dejection in it. After a moment, she tried again. "What about if I came over and graded some papers for you?" I s...ruggled with my emotions. I wanted to hear her to offer a somewhat more personal favor than grading some boring papers. But if the offer was not to be freely given, the ramifications would be serious."Uh, no, outside work like grading papers can't have any bearing on the grade a student gets. It wouldn't be fair". As though what was going through. “Fuck me harder!”. He ignored her, continuing with his slow fuck. Edging them both slowly to another orgasm. He was in control. Teasing her. Feeding off on her desire. Enjoying watching her pull helplessly at her restraints. His cock was rock hard. Pushing deep into her cunt. Her eyes pleaded with him. He kissed her neck. Pulled her nipples and increases the pace ever so slightly. Her arousal was once again slowly reaching its height. Slowly taking her to her peak. His cock felt amazing to her.. I guessed I'd missed the boat and headed down to the coffee shop to meet her. This involved more unexpected ritual humiliation. As I left the mess I ran into Mrs. Clarke who was the joint owner of the club and a bit of an authority figure. We exchanged pleasantries and established we were both heading to the coffee shop.She asked if I'd enjoyed jerking off and clearly didn't believe me when I said I hadn't. She said white lies weren't allowed at the club, pulled my panties down to my knees and. Now i am postins fantasy created by me.send ur comments on .now story starts.har din ki tarha us din bhi main subah utha collage gaya routeen work karta raha..hamary pros main aik aunty huwa karty thy jis ka nam sonali tha hum sub un ko sona sona kaha karty thy un k ghar openly ana jana tha un ka husband saudia main hota tha….saturday night ki baat hai jab raat ko taqreeban 10 bajay sonali ghar aai or aami say kaha kay aaj ghar main koi nai hai or us ko kafi dar lag raha hai haris ko bhej.