" "Yeah... I'm actually a junior. I transferred and the English class I had didn't meet the same requirements." "Makes sense." * Weeks went on and I p...ayed she'd be waiting by my car one day. Begging for extra credit. But she didn't. This girl was mature and the only thing I knew (besides wanting to fuck her brains out) was that she was devoted. Why is that a turn on? No idea. I went out drinking with a couple buddies one Sunday, which was a bad idea and we went to a bar I know is usually. I really care for you, and, because I really care, just the thought of sharing you with somebody else, even before we get to really know each other, turns my stomach into knots. I liked Sheila, I enjoyed being with her, but I didn't ever get to the point where I really cared for her. I did what I did with her mostly because those were the signals she was giving to me, that she'd like to be submissive, and that she wanted to be put into situations where she could be humiliated and used by. " She bent slowly while lightly tracing a path down my neck, chest, and endingat my breasts. She silently tickled boobs, sending shockwaves through my tensebody, ending at my throbbing clit. "I am hoping you give me the chance to punish you." She declared as she continuedto fondle my breasts, all the while staring me straight in the eye. I was gettingso worked up again, and the urgency to cum was screaming in my head, blockingout the glimmer of rational thought. "Beg to worship my pussy," she. He put his cock against her pussy and slid it into the wet hole. He pulled her remaining shoe clad foot up, slid off the shoe and placed her foot on his face. This was obviously his thing, as he fucked her pussy with such speed, whilst sniffing and licking the sole and toes. I looked at my wife, just as the guy pulled her mouth onto his growing member. She started sucking hard. He groaned with pleasure. Meanwhile, the foot lad gave a grunt, sucked on her toes, and came inside her. The guy.