I wanted his beautiful cock so much, I wanted him to fuck me and show this crowd what a real slut bitch dog I was.The crowd began to chatter and voice...their enthusiasm. I heard men shouting out."Yes, Yes, FUCK HER, FUCK HER."He began his strong humnping movements and I automatically began thrusting my hips back to meet him, murmuring encouragement to him to really fuck me hard and fast and deeper and deeper. I could feel him responding to my words and to the excitement of the crowd. His strokes. A blowjob, sometimes a quick, passionate fuck over his 18th-century walnut writing desk, and, as if by magic, Cs became Bs, failing students became successful, and hesitant virgins became hot-blooded nymphs.It was everything a single man in his late forties could wish for: an endless stream of young girls, willing and able, with no strings attached.The blonde girl who was currently paying his large cock so much loving attention was one of the new class. The girl - Lucas shook his head in wry. He looked down at her as she did the same to the other foot, enjoyingher touch. Only now noticing the shoe. The black leather Mary Janestyle with thin strap over his ankle. The heel a modest 1 and a halfinches was a little narrower than the show itself and to Carl feltmuch higher.Tilly had wondered if he might resist with the shoes, but he had notsaid a word. He just allowed her to keep going."Ok, time to stand up," she prompted him.Without saying a word he stood up. Clearly he noticed the. Paul reached up and released one of the cuffs holding a wrist. Then reached across and released the other. With her new-found but still limited movement, Joan took Paul in her arms. “Paul, where did you learn to do that? I have never experienced anything remotely close to that in my life. I have never had so many orgasms! Never!” Paul just smiled and kissed her. “Paul, there is something I need to do. Can you release my feet?” Once fully mobile again, Joan pushed Paul onto his back and mounted.