The university wasn't one I was familiar with, The Joseph Locke University, but it brought a smile to my face. Locke was one of the greatest, but ofte... overlooked, engineers of the start of the railway age.By the looks of it, it was all only a year or so old. Vast towers and edifices all finished in either glass or bright colours. Most of them looked like they were designed by architects who disbelieved that any walls should be straight from the ground all the way up. I could imagine them. ’ Somehow it stuck and I got used to it.”Having enjoyed a long look at her face, Dan settled beside her, as he fumbled in his small haversack and produced a bottle of water. “Nothing refined as glasses, but water will refresh you.”The woman’s grateful look from those blue eyes gave him a warm glow and made him feel like Don Quixote, Sir Lancelot and the Good Samaritan, all rolled into one. She appeared so vulnerable, but Dan wondered when he might dare wear his Don Juan disguise.He had watched. Slipping against her thick, natural, egg-white-esque lubrication.Pleasure grew, and so did my intensity. I started bouncing her against my cock, lifting her up and dropping her down again. Her eyes closed tightly, she barely kept to a stage whisper, “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Yes!!” I let my mind go quiet, pushing out the sensation of her pulsing hot cunt tightly riding my hard cock. “Harder! Harder!!”, she implored. I intensified even more, slamming ourselves together with my arms around her. "This is the original set of stocks from Kingston Jamaica and I believe that my own great-great grandmother spent some time in them. Being whipped by her white master of course. And now it is your turn Rachel to feel their harsh embrace. Step onto the platform and let me lock you in place."Rachel obediently stepped up and put her hands in place while turning to Mr. Smith "Please don't hurt me." He chuckled evilly and pushed her head down, guiding her slender neck into the worn wooden collar. As.