‘That Doctor White did not let Lucy initiate me into the arts of love the last term!’ he laughed. I joined in his merriment and we both undressed ...uickly and prepared for bed. Tomorrow would be a day worth waiting for!****I will pass over much of the happenings of that day, though I recall well how we eyed the clock frequently, waiting for the tedious hours to pass till the time appointed to meet our partners for the evening’s frolics. Suffice it to say that somehow we managed to pay sufficient. The male now began to drink; she could feel it, as the liquid drained out of her bladder. The process (or taste) seemed to excite him as he grasped her more urgently and the anchor tendril coiled stronger inside her rectum, pulling him tighter.Having drained her, he now began to inject his own fluid into her body. Again, she only had her senses to guide her, but she estimated that the males pumped quite a bit of the nutrient into her bladder as she could discernibly feel it begin to expand. She threw my head back to the wall and suddenly I felt the cold steel of bracelets around my wrists. I tested my hands for a moment, realizing that I couldn't separate them. Well, that answers my question if she put handcuffs on me or not. She snatched me from the wall when I was done, spun my body around, and returned my gaze back to her eyes, those evil ruling eyes. Her gaze was sharp and forceful, making it difficult for me to keep my sight locked on her."Now, my pet," She started again. "If. Slowly but surely I pretended to become more absorbed in my magazine as I began to 'absentMindedly' swing my leg and dangle my heel, letting it fall almost all the way off of my pretty foot. I looked over at him. He appeared to be in a hypnotic trance, watching my high heel pump up and down. Dreaming of something pumping into him? Or a slender, feminine hand pumping his widdle dick?Now for some fun! I abruptly uncrossed my legs, put the magazine on achair next to me, and spread my legs wide..