"She's a nice girl - a bit kinky in fact. She's told me lots of stories that I've ended up fantasizing about!". "Okay," I replied, "I guess I'll go ...ee what she wants". Hastily I grabbed a robe off the rack and stepped out of the shower. I opened the room door and Jessica was there with a tray. It looked like quiche and a half bottle of white wine. "Our compliments", she said then I noticed she was looking down and that my cock was still at full attention and gaping out of the gown. "Oh,. I would have to trust Helen I supposed. I signed the second form and handed it back to her now fearing the worst. Helen said, “Right, now we have the correct paperwork let’s get on and discipline you. First please face the wall whilst I get everything in place.” “Really?” I asked, “I’m not a student, why can’t I just sit here and wait for you?” “Laura, you have just signed a paper that says I get to choose. The small print, which you may not have read, says if at any time I decide you have. "As always, your colleagues have had a collection and have bought you a leaving present and a card."He handed over a small box wrapped in some fancy blue metallic paper and a large card. Denise set the card down on the canteen counter for the moment, and opened the box.Inside was a small ceramic figurine of a dancer, with golden red hair and wearing a long red flowing dress. The box was labelled "Giuseppe Armani" and "I Could Have Danced All Night". Denise took a look at it and burst into. I took it to the edge of her comfort and grinned wolfishly down at her, but said nothing.She looked indignant at first, but it didn't last. I laced my hand into her hair to hold her still and started to fuck her mouth slow and deep, moaning a little at the warm, soft feeling of her lips and tongue. It felt even better after a few strokes when she gave in and started sucking. I smiled at her, but still said nothing.I reached down and gave one of her tits a squeeze. It felt great, but it was.