And he had to pick on me. Great. I looked back up at him, trying not to look away from his powerful gaze, ‘I’m sorry, Professor. I’ll pay attent...on now.’ My voice was steadier than my head, which was in a turmoil. He held my gaze for a few more seconds, eyes stormy but unreadable from where I was sitting at the back of the room, before he turned around and continued his speech which had something to do with modern architecture and the second world war. I think. If someone told me a few months. This morning's shower did give Stephanie a little hope, however. Being able to wash herself was wonderful. She could finally use her hands for the first time in nearly a day to do something. It was a freedom, though a supervised one. But it was a small freedom none-the-less.Perhaps taking care of Stephanie was more trying than the stranger thought. She imagined that it was just as tiring shepherding her as it was being herded.Then there was this morning. THE orgasm. Stephanie wasn't a nun and. When he flipped over, there were drops of precum on his massive boner. Without a doubt just over 10". I greedily swallowed the precum and totally engulfed the whole dick. The driver howled as I got way down deep on it. I sucked him for about three minutes before he blasted a load down my throat. It was quite large and had a salty tang. I was a bit disappointed that he came so fast. He looked down and said keep going. "I ain’t done yet. I'm gonna fuck the shit outta that sweet looking booty".I. The night was planned, the moment was here. 'She' had planned everything, and made it so perfect. What was shared, she knew, would never again be duplicated, never again be as special and beautiful. For that first time they held each other, heated bodies touching, embracing who they both were – dancing so close, bodies swaying with the music of the love they had desired and waited for, every moment in time so transfixed that no one, nothing else – mattered. For they were together and tonight.