” “We have quite a few of them,” she said. “The students keep bringing them in and they’re selling like hotcakes. Now they’re photocopying...them so we can keep them in stock.” I looked over at the man but he was still staring at my tits. “Well, this is humiliating,” I said. “Plus, my dad works downtown and probably walks by here all the time. He’d kill me if he saw that picture.” At the very least, he’d stop paying my tuition at art school. The woman looked sympathetic. “Well, I guess we could. I'm not sure whether Whitney had actually considered the issuesaccompanying being bound to a bed for so long a period. I guess shedidn't - at least not at that stage.However, I think her conscience must have got the better of her duringher shift as, during a quiet period, she confessed to Minara about whatshe had done."Whitney! Are you serious!" Minara was alarmed. "That is dangerous,surely?" I guess it is, but he looks so cute!" Your shift doesn't finish until ten! You'd better go home and. Looking at her little naked body spred out on the bed made me quite hard I rammed my cock all at once down her throat listeningto her gag. I started pumping her throat hard and then took my belt and and gave her little cunt a hard slap she screamed into my cock now I was starting to grt into this. I began whipping her little cunt with a furry I had never known. Pumping her throat and beating her cunt did feel good I gave her twenty lashes and her cunt was beat red I pulled my cock from her. I was lazy and could have gone after a permanent relationship any time I wanted.Shortly after our spring break trip in February, I told April that I needed a chaperone for a trip to Vegas. I booked a suite at the Tropicana and we flew right out of Gainesville but had to connect in Atlanta. We checked in and her eyes were sparkling, with all of the bells and whistles of the casino. We went up to the suite and I had to use the rest room. We had each brought a small suitcase, I had my backpack,.