Bryan pulled me across the table more so my head was at one end and my ass and pussy at the other. I tried to roll of the table but Bryan held me down... by my neck and shoulders, pulling down his trousers and showing of his hard cock as it pocked through his boxers. He forced open my mouth and no matter how hard I tried to resist, he rammed his cock down my throat causing me to gag. I found myself crying as he thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth, each time his balls swinging into my eyes and. Each meeting in the upstairs bar ran to a kind of routine – I would enter, remove my clothes and sit on a sofa with my legs uncrossed, my knees apart and we would mix conversation with sex. He would ask me about where I came from, what I had done in my life and he always managed to find a way to explain my actions as those of a true born submissive. When we were not talking, He would teach me how to pleasure him with my mouth and hands, but never neglected me, often using his own mouth on me –. Yeah, Dad FORCED me to drink some really good bourbon, and then we got to talking late into the night ... and...” And as I spoke, the other extracurricular activities that we partook in suddenly flooded my fuzzy brain cavity, and I froze.“And what?” she asked.“Aaaand we took a stroll down memory lane looking at some old pictures that he had ... Yeah, so many I had never seen before of him and Mom,” I said truthfully, but strategically leaving out the part that most were nudes.“Oh really?! Well,. A gentle nod - indicating shyness yet an urge to start a conversation - "two martini's please". I sit close and she smiles and begins to play with her hair, before leaning in and asking if I was also a student. We continued talking for some time before we both come to the conclusion that the club is overcrowded and neither of us should be there.On the walk back to campus she opens her bag and passes me a condom. "I was too shy to tell you earlier, but I'd really like it if you came back to.