" Well you did that," she said as she perused the objects. She picked up the bottle of massage oil; opened the top and sniffed. The image of flowers c...me to mind, soft velvety, lavender. She imagined the smell as if she were lying on her stomach naked, while strong hands rubbed the warm oil into her thighs, calves, shoulders, back. Smooth hands traveling up and down her body. Stress and tension melting way as passion rose to replace them. She pictured herself turning over and those same. " When I looked at him, holding the ad, his eyes got wider as he looked me over. It made me a little uneasy, but I had already made up my mind. I should have expected it. I knew then I was standing in front of the professor who'd posted the ad. "You found him. And the ad I see. Please, follow me." Now I really was nervous. I assumed he was taking me to his office. I was now beginning to second guess my decision. I really needed the money, however. I was right. He opened the door to his office. .."Jack was not a great cocksucker like Jill or Matt, that was true. He wasn't even as good as Sally. But you could feel that the boy was trying, and you could feel he had the right instincts, even if he failed, sometimes, during the execution. It didn't mind. It was good. And Martin knew that, if nothing happened, he would cum in his little brother's mouth.Matt felt it, yes, suddenly it became a lot easier to fuck Jack's ass. He started to move, in and out, slowly, until he could get all of. She made me up like a whore and then went to work on my nipples, sucking them vigorously and rubbing them, tweaking them, even putting little clamps on them. I was always aware of them now, often painfully so !! Then, one night about three months ago, I awoke to find myself spread-eagled and shackled to the four bedposts. Janet came in a minute later, grinning widely. In one hand she held a hood with some sort of attachment, and in the other two bottles of pills. She put the pills.