Watching the video afterwards I can see his big arse pounding away, with just my stocking covered legs visible, accompanied by the sound of my moaning... and crying out as I got really into it, feeling like a real slut. This wasn't just playing a role, it felt fantastic have his big dick slide in and out of my sphincter. From that position he got me to lie on my back with my legs up and lay on top pounding away and playing with my cock. Several times I thought I was about to cum just from the anal. "He laughed. "Government funds?" I guess so." Let's meet at noon at the Matilda Bay in Crawley. You'll love it. It overlooks the Swan on Hackett Drive. I'm wearing a blue shirt." Mine's sort of red plaid. I'm youngish." So'm I. See you at noon." Till then." Bye."Well that seemed easy. I found my map of Perth. Hackett Drive looked like five minutes from the office. And it wasn't even ten yet. I went down to the lab, but none of the students had gotten there yet. I wouldn't have been awake yet. "I don't know what fisting is, Sister Paul. She's used her fingers on mylike you're doing, if that's what fisting is." I said."No, that isn't fisting. I see you're not properly trained. I'll teachyou this lesson." she said, pulling her fingers from my boy cunt. "Getyour lube."I got up and pulled my personal lubricant, which was in a large pumpcontainer, out of the bed stand and handed it to Sister Paul."Lay on your back and pull up your knees" she commaned.I complied, without saying a word. My. She was wearing a sleeveless top and short skirt. Her husband had to get onto the foot of the bed, reach under that tiny skirt, and work her panties down over her full thighs. She smiled at him, at how girlish he appeared, and at how deeply he had fallen under her power. She suggested, ‘Instead of lifting my skirt, why don’t you slip your head under it. I think that would look cute, don’t you? With your head under there, kind of bobbing up and down as you eat my pussy?’ In a muted voice he.