’ ‘But his office hours are…’ ‘Right now. Just go up and knock.’ She walked up to his door and made a fist so as to knock, but she paused ...o read the cartoons taped to his door. In one, the scene was a bar, with some guy talking to a girl. His mouth is open and the caption below it read, in quotes, ‘Do you understand the difference between cunning linguistics and fallacious logic?’ A second cartoon was a picture of a bedding store whose name is ‘Nothing Really Mattress.’ A third cartoon had. She probably could have gone on forever, but I interrupted her with the suggestion that we fuck because this was as hard as I was ever going to be. Courtenay giggled with delight and climbed on top of me. We kissed again for a few seconds just before she mounted me. I could hear her sigh deeply as the head of my cock slowly entered her. She was so wet and I could barely control myself as I could feel the tight walls of her wet vagina as it slowly surround my cock. We both began to pant and. She unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled it down to my knees along side my boxer, freeing the monster. Expertly, manoeuvring her hands, she grabbed my dick, stroked it back and forth, squeezed it and stroked it upward, my pre-come oozed out of the tip, she sucked it off and swallowed it.Goodness me!!!! I was wowed by her performance and she hadn’t even started, she kissed and licked the tip of my dick. She rubbed the tip of her tongue over the pee hole of my dick and slowly sucked my dick down her. "Mistress, I don't think I can take this any longer! I'm going mad, I'm so frustrated, I mean sometimes it's just so intense and fantastic and exciting, but then I start to get excited and I can't get hard and it gets frustrating again. I love you and I love being dominated by you and I love feeling trapped and I even love the frustration but I'm not sure I'm strong enough to take this." "Oh, but you don't have to be strong enough, darling. That's what the lock is there for." She smiled so.