Poor Lisa made quite a sight, forced over her professor's knee, her pale ass up in the air. There was a red hand print on her ass - the first of many....Her pretty pink pussy was in perfect view, her hands tied behind her back, her breasts full and her chest heaving. She was gagged, tears running down her face, her hair plastering itself to her forehead as she sweated with anticipation, waiting for him to begin."Oops," the professor said, reaching for the ginger butt plug. "Nearly forgot." He. Goddess." Iknew that's what they talked about all the time. "I don't mean todisrespect you. I'm just cleaning this stuff. Er...Amen or something."After dusting off Chelsea's belongings and other strange Goth stuff sheowned, I made her bed, wiped down her computer screen, her TV and theornately decorated antique mirror dominating the wall.I stopped in front of the mirror. For the first time I was able tolook at myself and realized that I was really pretty as a girl. TheGoth routine was a little. He was a great lover. He liked to feel good but he also made her feel good. She could not remember ever cumming so much and so steady in one night before. She was beginning to love those happy pills he took because he was able to fuck her long and hard as he felt his big cock in her wet cunt.He fucked her cunt for almost an hour then he pulled out and fucked her ass just as long then back to her cunt. He was like a machine that never wore out. Sometimes he would kiss and suck a tit and. After thinking about it and fantasizing and dreaming, I finally asked Loni, "How would you feel if I went out with another man. Just me and him?" She was way less fazed by this than I was worried she might be. She said, "Sure, as long as you try to be careful."So with her blessing, I started looking around on the internet. I figured another guy in my position, married, discreet, curious, would be good. It took a long time, with quite a few false starts, but finally I arranged to meet Dave..