Don and Ensign Tommy walked to the front door of the Snailological Institute and due to their proper period clothing were welcomed in without question.... ‘I’m Dr. Don, of the Snailological Institute of Lenoir, NC, and I need some male and females snails for a mating experiment.’ ‘Oh, Dr. Don, it’s nice to meet you, I am Dr. Melanie and I’m the resident snailologist here.’ Then Capt. Don’s Communicator chirped. He ignored it. ‘Dr. Don, you cell phone is ringing aren’t you going to answer it,’. "Damn, you suck dick better than any bitch I been with. Take it all, bitch," he demanded as he forced the last inches into my throat. His pubic hairs were in my nose and eyes. Then he pulled out. And then he jammed it back in. His cock was so good. He smelled good. He looked good. And he had a huge black cock. I was loving this. "Fuck man. I want to cum. I bet you would like that, wouldn't you?" he asked. I mumbled that I would. "Make me cum, bitch!" he demanded. I took both hands and started. As I said though, she was like an old pro. She took every drop and kept just the head of my cock in her mouth as she looked up at me. My orgasm subsided and she popped it out of her mouth, swallowing my load as she smiled at me. Enjoy your shower she said, standing up and opening the door. She left me in the bathroom alone to consider my possible future and where to go from here. I realized I couldnt have an actual relationship with her, the numerous legal boundaries being one reason, the fact. Again just like the bottoms she had watched being spanked. Just as she knew her own bottom had reddened when she was spanked. It didn’t matter that every other bottom she had ever seen spanked was someone closer to her own age and not an adult. However, this adult’s bottom was being turned red in the very same way. Even so her hand was hurting a bit and she eyed the hairbrush. She was so looking forward to using it on Jack’s bottom and to make his pain far more intense without her own hand.