Don’t go sticking your nose into other people’s private business again, especially when it’s this deep, alright? Be a good boy.”The freshman h...lped the senior, I thought triumphantly. Again, I nodded.“Great,” Phil sighed tiredly. “Anything else or are you good?”“I’m good.” I said simply.“Cool.” Phil nodded, then grinned. “Next week’s report had better be fucking good for this.”I smiled back. “I’ll try.”“It’s all I can ask.” Phil replied. “Now get the fuck outta here, and have a nice. “Imagine my surprise to find Carl there – politely ringing the bell to his own flat.“Sorry, mate,” he said. “I would have let you know but it was all a bit last-minute. I really wouldn't disturb you as I'm sure you might have other things on your mind, but I need to crash out for a couple of days. It's okay, we can share, it'll be cool.”“I mumbled something untrue about it being fine, and ushered him into the lounge, where Emma was waiting. It's difficult to be demure in a short party skirt and. "Fuck me Devin. Take me to the lounge and fuck me as hard as you can. Please!" He never said a word, just stood, lifting me by my hips. I gave a gasp as he did, wrapped my legs around him. I ground myself against his bulge through his jeans, wanting him inside me so badly, needing to feel him pushing himself against my soft walls. He laid me on the lounge, laughing softly in that masculine way that only men have, gently prying my legs off of his hips. I lay there, my legs spread wide, in a most. Click.It was time to flick the switch mounted in the bed’s footboard. A low whirring noise stirred the room as a thin rod about 1/4″ diameter slowly began to extend from the center of the inner footboard, directed like a homing device toward Liz’ lovely pried-open slit. She had raised her head at the sound and her eyes were nervously tracking the forward progress of the rod for a string of great shots. As the tip of the rod made contact with its target, it settled just beneath the lips covering.