Dolly's blush extended down to her knees, as the professor said, "Now I see why you yelped. It's not your toe that needs attention, but your poor, gap...ng pussy."The professor got down on his knees and swung her knees to face him. He winked at me, and I could see my dolly realize that the professor and I had been in cahoots the entire time.The professor reached for dolly's breast as I popped out from under the desk. I pushed her chair forward, slipping her low cut dress down just a bit, offering. As a result she had earned a reputation on the circuit as a real bitch, something which I had experienced first hand on several occasions as she looked at me like something she’d stepped in. The fact that she was rarely beaten, taking the top spot from me more than once, was only made worse by this complete lack of respect she had shown for any co-competitors, least of all me.I had unpacked most of my stuff when she strode through the door greeting me only with a smile of disdain, as she looked. She smiled at him, not saying a word but continued to undress him in the grassy field. The soft moon shone overhead and she saw the small tufts of hair on his chest glisten in its light. With slow, deliberate moves, she slid her hands over his chest, feeling the fine hairs slip between her fingers. His nipples sprang to life beneath her touch and she reached down to take one of the hard buds between her lips. He gasped as she nibbled on it gently, her warmth teasing him. With her tongue, she. He extended a hand to her, and told her to stand up. Her eyes had barely risen as high as his nipples when he said, "Wait. I have a better idea. Squat down."Slave looked up at him, and sank back down, getting her feet centered under herself."Oh, good grief, girl, spread your legs. Do you think I want to see your knees together?"Slave's thighs flew apart. It took a bit of wiggle and jiggle to get into a balanced position. At last, she was stable again.Sir looked at her, considering. "Lock your.