My nerves were starting to fray, I was feeling a little sick even. Just then the front door opened, there was a lobby in between, so we had a little t...me to compose ourselves, before Martine's flatmate came in. She was a tall, elegant woman, about 30 or so, and she was pissed, boy was she pissed (*drunk). "Oooh" she giggled "don't mind me, I'm sure" and still giggling, walked, well.... tottered... through the lounge to her bedroom, and closed the door. As she closed the door I saw her look over. "You clearly know how to get the most from this chick." "That was fun," Lennie responded. "You're not through yet, are you? We've got time, take advantage of it. You don't get an opportunity like this every day." "What should I do now?" "Well, I brought some tools..." George had bought a toolkit at Walmart the week before for $30. It contained a hammer, crescent wrench, pliers and two screwdrivers. Lennie didn't need any help imagining creative uses. ” It wasn’t until he pushed his chair away from his desk and tapped a palm on his lap that Maggie understood what the young teacher meant. He was asking her to sit still for a spanking, like a naughty child. She couldn’t afford to fail the class, her parents would kill her! But on the other hand, could she sit still for something like that? “But Professor Jones, there has to be another way! I’ll do anything else to make up my grade, anything!” He shook his head, patting his lap once again.. His tongue was fantastic. As it worked its magic on me, I massaged my breasts. Powerful contractions gripped my pussy and my body shook uncontrollably. As I writhed over the bed, he carried on licking, fingering my pussy as his tongue beat against my clit, leaving me moaning in pleasure… We had previously discussed how much he craved fast paced intense fucking, showing lots of passion and want. Well that was exactly what he gave me. I was coming down from my orgasm and he went to the bedside.