She was facing me; I undid her skirt and panty. I found that she had never ever trimmed her pubic hair ever, I turned her around to face her hips, she...said “sir it feels dirty”, and I didn’t listen. Started licking her hip, without warning I slapped her right hip, Being a ex-weight lifter I had strength and she was made to thrust forward with a slight cry, she took hold of my office table, Asked me innocently “Sir why u beating me”? I said it’s not beating dodo; it’s caressing my way. She was. I confidently said "That's it? For sure." "But after, you'll join us downstairs and you'll wear your compression underwear and your pajama top" she added. "WTF?!" I said. She already was thinking what I was about to, my penis will shrink further down to nothing in the cold and then I have to wear tight underwear after. I was right. Soon after I plowed the driveway I joined them wearing what she told me to wear. I was walking around offering drinks and chatting with other women on their undies.. Dr. McCall had referred him."The problem is that you will always have it. You'll always believe that it should have been you who was killed and not those innocent girls. It will always seem like death would have been so much easier than living with this guilt," he said."Fuck. Thanks a lot." You aren't the only one who suffers from it. Every single person who was at the sorority that day is seeing a therapist." Why? It wasn't their fault," I said."Exactly." He just let that hang there. I was. She was trying to grind her pussy on the chair, but I think she couldn't get the angle right. I chuckled softly, "Are you trying to cum without permission, slut?" No, Sir. But..." I pressed a finger to her lips to stop her. She started licking my finger, I decided to let her. She sucked it into her mouth, bobbing up and down on it like it was my cock."This would be a good time to discuss some rules," I struggled to keep my voice even, her mouth on my finger felt really good. "You will not cum.