Her left hand rested on his throat as it began to apply pressure. Her mouth clamped down hard on one of his nipples. His cock was buried deep inside h...r and was as rigid as a steel pipe. She began to pump up and down on his cock like a jackhammer, her cunt spilling out hot wet cum and drenching his balls. “Do you like this you piece of shit? Do you like to see how hard you make me work pumping this ass up and down on your fuck pole?” she grunted as her hands tightened more around his throat her. But I still wanted more soooo...I started taking a look around my older sisters drawers, finding her nice panties and best of all, her pantyhose. I always had to be quick and careful but I just had to play with them a little, rubbing them on my skin and especially my cock. It was another whole level of ecstasy for me and the beginning of my other life long obsession.As I started my 7th grade year I started to explore my mothers dresser drawers to see what she had. If my teenage sister had. She drank from the water bottle, filled from the phantom lake. At least that water had not evaporated! Far from it! She noticed, to her amazement that the bottle was still full to the brim, despite the copious draught she had just swallowed, and the water was ice cold, despite the heat of the day that had just passed.After putting her through such a dreadful ordeal, it seemed that the unseen spirits were making amends for their cruelty. She found a comparatively soft spot to rest her head. She. It’s a Tuesday afternoon and I’m about to head down from my office to one of the classrooms to teach my last class of my graduate career.The students are filing in slowly as I make my way to the front of the class and prepare. They’re a lifeless bunch, stuck to their electronic nipples that are permanently glued to their hands. They barely look up when I’m giving them their instructions for the labs. Maybe that’s some sort of indictment of my teaching. I don’t know, and frankly, I don’t really.