Not bad, I thought. I kept at it as her hands played with her own nipples, moaning. My cock is awake again, well semi awake. I ask her if she has a co...ndom, I could fuck her, I didn´t have one. But of course she does. She pulled out the orange ribbed trojan. We go to the backseat, I pull her to suck me me more So I can be fully hard. She sucks deep. I am hard in seconds. She says she wants to be fucked from behind. Sure. She gets on all 4s, I put on that condom, that pussy smell rides up, I. I laid back down and kept watching her, because she looked so fucking good up there.“Oh my god, Brittany,” I said. “I want to fuck you so hard now.”“Mmmm okay,” Brittany moaned. She slowly brought herself up off of my dick, until it finally toppled over onto my stomach with a soggy slap. She gave it a few quick strokes with her hand before I stood up, grabbed her by the waist, bent her over and slammed her down onto the desk.I grabbed onto my slippery cock and gently guided the throbbing tip. Sure, I can save patients. I’m a smart girl, too. Once upon a time, I thought I’d be happiest with choices and intellectual discourse. But I found out one day that, somehow, that is not the case. I thought it couldn’t be true for awhile, and fought it. But there’s one truth I could no longer ignore, one thing I knew to be true in my heart and soul. My pussy never lies. I sit with my fellow oral only slave, on my knees, with my hands on my thighs, palms up and open, hiding nothing. Our master. I wished I could show her. My cock tried in spite of my typical shyness. I tried to pay attention to world history."After the Bolsheviks took power in 1917, czarist loyalists, White Russians, waged a futile struggle against the Red Army for over a year before finally being cornered in their last stronghold in Siberia." Mr. Corothers droned. For such a young instructor, he recited like a monotone, middle aged coot.I felt like I was in Siberia, cornered by the heat of my loins in proximity to my.