Hi guys, your early, are you anxious to get started? Asked Karen. Not really, but thats why we are early, because we want to talk to you before class.... Renee responded. Sure, come on into my office. Have a seat and what is it you want to talk about? Renee began telling her how she felt and told her the things that had happened to her all her life and that she does not trust men because of it. Karen just sat and listened as Renee spilled her feelings and handed her a tissue now and then to wipe. The tentpole in my boxers was raised further.Debra couldn't fail to notice it, and she held up a warning finger. 'No, no, we've got things to do!'I slipped the T-shirt off my body. 'How true.''NO!' But then I dropped my shorts, and she stared at my erection. And her face melted, her lip went pouty. 'Aww, Dare, now youknow I can't leave him like that. You know that. I have a sacred duty in such matters.''I know.' I dropped on top of her, and we kissed, our tongues wrestling as I slipped my hand. ” It was a Saturday and they were having a late breakfast at the big table out under the jacaranda tree that shaded the courtyard. Unusually they would both be home this weekend. It often wasn’t like that. Their competing work schedules frequently deprived them of weekends together. Tonight they’d be going to dinner together too, a little place Ambrose had chanced upon by the river a little way out of the central city. Em was looking forward to it. So was Ambrose. They enjoyed each other’s. She quickly pulled her mouth off my cock and took a deep, raspy breath. I grabbed her hair and made her look at me. “Grab my cock with your left hand and suck my cock till I cum in your whore mouth. Keep your eyes on your wedding ring. I don’t want any doubt in your mind as to how big of a whore you are,” I snarled, and pushed her mouth on my cock. Heather’s clit tingled at my words. She loved being called a whore and being degraded. “The dirtier, the better,” she thought to herself and.