Plenty of eye candy to look at but I like looking at the teachers who come to teach us more.If you have read my previous story then you will know my H...D Miss Reanna.I was introduced to her through another teacher and I kept going back to her.She was instrumental in teaching me a lot of ways in pleasuring a woman.She was a dominatrix as well.Of late she had been calling me to her cabin in college and cock-teasing me over there as well.Each night was spent in her room feverishly pleasuring her. . but it wasn’t my idea... Ah, well ... I’m here ... I might be stuck here. If David doesn’t show up in a month... What do women do when there’s nothing to Do? Cook. WE all pitched in and it was a smoothly ordered machine. People were stepping and fetching like nobody’s business ... and it was done ... on time and not a smidgen of it was soggy or burnt. It was better than good.They smelled like southern fried chicken ... they tasted like southern fried chicken ... they just didn’t Look like. She smiled and spread her body voluptuously. I fucked her hard, fast and deep. Briefly she lay passively beneath my onslaught. But then nature took over. Her legs lifted around me, her body rocked and humped as she mashed her maw against my belly. Our fuck soared to a noisy crescendo. The day was off to a great start.The first day set the scene for the routine that followed. After the usual early morning housework and health activities we four went for a swim. Late in the afternoon we had a. I looked back down the steps, smiling at everyone as I swung the shelf back, hearing the latch click signaling it was once again locked. So far so good, I thought as I went to the door and cracked it open, looking out into the kitchen. It was empty and the only light was the small clock above the door. Looking toward the front of the house, I couldn't see any sign of any lights. I stepped out into the kitchen, listening to the sounds of the house. I had spent hours when I first came to this.