They went to the booth and, as they sat down, she pressed herself close to him. "You aren't nervous, are you?" she told him. "Don't worry, I won't bit... you, unless you want me to," she added. His head was spinning and his cock was rock-hard. He was nervous, but it was a good nervous energy which flowed through him, giving him the courage to continue. She leaned even closer and her lips met his. Even though he anticipated the kiss, the forceful nature of it took him by surprise. "My God, she's. The taste of the Professor's ass was in her mouth and she inhaled his male scent like it was ambrosia of the Gods. Amy pulled the pillowcase back down over her face so he could not catch a glimpse of her features. The last thing she wanted was to be discovered as one of his students sitting with her knees open for his ogling of her pretty pink panties for an entire hour. His was the only class that she sat up front in the first row for just that very purpose. It seemed to arouse her passion. And then the true torture started.The Sergeant suggested that they would continue skinning her mother, unless Jamil suggested something the soldiers might enjoy more. The Sergeant said that Jamil must beg the soldiers to accept her suggestion, and she had to beg hard. If she begged hard enough, and sounded sincere enough, and if it was something the soldiers thought would be interesting, they would stop cutting and skinning her mother. That is, they would stop until they tired of the new. I could tell she liked my cock as she lean back into it. I held her hands in place and I muffled her screams and I pounded her mercilessly. I could hear her say no through my hand which only made me want her even more. The more she fought the more I would thrust into her. I was so hard by then and she was so wet that it felt like heaven at that moment. She was so tight I could not help myself. I started to kiss her everywhere my lips would land, I ripped off her shirt buttons and all, I ripped.