He stood and grabbed me bythe hair. ?This essay is disgusting. I am going to punish you for it.? A slapto my face. ?You will address me as Mr Harding ...or as Sir.? A second slap to theface. ?You are not allowed to question my authority.? A final slap which sentme flying to the floor as he simultaneously released my hair. I rushed toundress. In my bra and knickers, I looked up at him pleading him to let me keepmy underwear on. ?Get up.? He sat me down on the highbacked computer chair at his desk.. She was high and tired, so she wanted to sleep. She had already changed into her night dress and she started some soft music on her phone and went to sleep. I had to clean everything, so I got up and gathered everything and threw it away in a polybag from my balcony.When I came back, She was in deep sleep and was wearing a white shirt and white pajama, She was looking very beautiful, also she had some of her makeup and lipstick on, which was making her look more beautiful and sexy. I stood. Long before the above state is reached, there will be that ‘throb’. And there will be a constant production and dripping of sexual discharge. Love juice as men often call it. Peasants!?At first she wont even be sure that she can feel a throb, so distant will it be. ?Three ‘throbs’ in all. One each for the nipples. And one for the clitoris. ?Its difficult to describe these throbs... even for an expert like me. ?The throbs emanate from the centers of the nipples and clitoris. But from deep at the. She didn't want this to end just yet.She pulled out of his mouth, leaving a trail of froth and saliva as he gasped for breath, and walked behind him.“Are you ready for me, slut?”All he could do was choke and gasp. Then he felt the head of the cock at his virgin hole and he jumped.“No!” He gasped, “We need lube!”“Oh baby, its as lubed as your cock gets when I let you fuck my ass. Your spit is all over it...sure it will hurt, but you'll take the pain for your Mommy won't you, slut?”“Yes,” he.