Not quickly, not like with today's young couples. They didn't jump into bed after exchanging first names. They dated, really dated. Movies, dinner, da...cing. They danced the night away under strings of lights hung from ballroom ceilings. They danced beside candlelit tables in smoke-filled rooms. They danced beneath the stars with sand under their feet and the waves crashing at their backs. They danced in all that they did, their bodies moving together to a rhythm they shared with the universe.. " Professor?"Now or never. I unzipped my trousers and withdrew my cock, which was already semi-erect. "It's your choice."Five seconds passed. Ten. Fifteen. She was crying softly - all an act. At first slowly, she took my cock in her hands and moved her face towards it."On your knees," I said softly. She gave a sob, but kneeled between my legs and began to suck my cock."We all choose the sacrifices we make, Denise. This is your choice, do you understand?"Still crying, she nodded. Fuck, it was. He pushed my top right down and got the second breast out. He was mauling them roughly. He pushed me back, hoicked my legs up, pushed up my rather short skirt and virtually tore my knickers from me. A quick fingering to make sure I was wet and with my legs positioned on his shoulders he bent over me and unceremoniously slid his massive weapon inside me.I was stretched in all directions. Before I had a chance to savour the feeling he withdrew, turns out it hadn’t gone in all the way, he pushed. "Iega must have gotten it because he nodded and this time he asked politely, "Martreen, will you have a look at my arm... please? I will not be any trouble. Actually, looking around at these women, I do not think I could cause any trouble even if I wanted too."Martreen returned his nod, and then she waved her hand indicating to the women guarding Iega to relax. They did, backing away several feet. Then Martreen asked me, "Did you find Broc?" Iega told me where he is. He should not arrive back.