I was dressed for seduction. A yellow, low cut halterneck top from the catalogue struggled to hold in my tits. No bra, so my erect nipples stuck right...out. Another shortish denim skirt, this time with an indecent slit at the back. No knickers as usual, but suspenders and black stockings. The hem of the skirt just came down below my stocking tops, and no shoes. I opened the door and there stood Keith, in his uniform, his eyes locked on to my tits and stayed there."Hello Keith, glad you could. She was fingering her pussy with her middle finger. Her fingers had become wet to. Her clitoris was erect and visible. When I touched her clitoris her pleasure had no wonders. Then I spread her vaginal-lips apart. It was dripping with liquid. It was wet to the core. I pushed my mouth inside. Licked her every inch of her vagina.And then inserted my red-throbbing-wet penis inside her vagina. It was such a huge one that it wont go inside her pussy. She cried and moaned. She begged me to tear her. She began to kiss my neck and run her hands down to my cock, gripping it teasing me clearly. She leans in to my neck, "I have something in mind for tonight, I think you'll love it" and with that gave my ass a very hard squeeze. "Did you get a new toy" I asked excited with my arms draped around all she did was look back up and respond smirking at me, "something like that, now give me your hands" She took them and turned me over, tieing them quite snugly to her bed posts using some sort of silky. She allowed one selfish moment to luxuriate in the relief she felt at awakening at all, then opened her eyes and struggled to sit up. She had vague memories of being carried again, and then shouting, and then being stripped and washed before ending up in bed.She found herself in an enormous bed, in a large but cozy room, and realized she was not alone. Wynne was standing with a small group of people, talking in hushed voices, in a corner by the door. She turned her head and realized Alistair.