I struggle to concentrate and I get a text from you asking what time I will be finished with the conference today and I reply at 6. It’s a long day,... my mind is going like wild and as I get back to the hotel, I get a text that says “Meet me in the bar now and bring the nipple clamps in the drawer too.” I get the clamps out and put them in my pocket and come down to the bar. As I get there, you and Laura are waiting in the lobby. You give me a little hug and I can tell you’ve had a few drinks.. Moving forward the day before I left my country to head to the U.S., Mary Lou mentioned to me that she wanted to accompany me to the airport along with family members, I told her that she would need to stay at my families house the night before we leave since it's a 2 hours drive to the airport and she agreed. We had a party the night before with friends and family, well wishers, lots of food and fun just hanging out and having a good time. We went to bed late that evening, and I was thinking. Nor had there been any additional 'attitude adjustment' session to keep her in her place. She had been well behaved and studious in every class, respectful and attentive. The 'session' had not been mentioned by her and, apparently, the rest of the class had been able to keep stories of it between themselves. The days of unbearable fear of discovery and dismissal and scandal had dwindled to a dull ache in the pit of my stomach. I regretted losing my temper, losing my control. It was. "Hey!" Fred grunted, but Brush Cut had again lowered his mouth on Fred's cock, so after an initial glare, Fred subsided. Brush Cut started going to town on his dick, bringing Fred's charge up ... After a bit, Fred more or less forgot about the finger -- it was in there and it wasn't moving, and apparently It wasn't gonna get added to...But then it DID move, feeling around -- and Fred discovered an INCREDIBLE urgency! "YAAAAAAAHHHH!" he howled, going stiff as a board while his dick gushed into.