”“Is that a compliment or a come on?”“Which would you prefer?” I couldn’t see his face but I could imagine a lecherous leer, that’s how... his voice sounded.“It kind of depends on how inventive you are.” Her voice was soft and seductive, mysterious and tempting. There must have been some interesting eye contact going on. I could only see the back of his head. Carol had leaned over a little so all I could see of her was the angle of her chin and her right ear, not the most expressive parts of her. Nothing was said between anyone at the time, as she and Carletta sat and talked some more and her giving the Professor all the details of the encounter she could, especially the way the “Thing” used it’s tongue fucking her pussy.Telling the Professor it would just shoot all the way inside her all at once and it for sure hot almost burning hot like it was heating her up in there for something!Oh this fact sure had Carletta and Olleda taking very close mental attention to hearing that, both. I was 21years old and I moved to a suburb of Toronto to stay with extended family. My school was all the way across the city though so I had plenty of opportunities to stay out late and begin indulging my perverted side.Toronto in 1996 was filled with lots of adult bookstores and video stores and theatres and there was one particular stretch of Yonge Street in downtown Toronto where I had most of my fun. With in a few blocks there were several places I would frequent just about as often as I. It seems that the last little torture I dreamed up for her was the most out of control she has ever been and showed her just how merciless I can be given the right situation. Not to be upstaged, she was deter- mined to show me that she hadn't lost her touch when it came to torturing me. She insisted on using the device I had designed. Considering the amount of bondage in our sexual lives I didn't see that I really had much of a choice (besides I was kind of excited about it), it was just a.