In fact, she’d been spending more time with her professors lately than the students her own age. She was doing brilliantly in school—had turned i...n a paper just last week that her English Lit professor wanted her to try to publish. It was a particularly inspired explication that pointed out the rape imagery in the poetry of John Donne. Yes, that was her focus right now—school, and her backpack loaded with assignments. There was just one thing to do first. Marie lingered in the literature. ‘Ohhhoo Goddd, please let me cum, harder Master, pllleeeaasse!’ She could imagine his balls tightening and swelling as his cum started to flow up his shaft. He let go of her hair and gripped her hips. She felt his powerful thrusts pounding into her over and over. Her stomach tightened. Her legs started to tremble as she tried to catch her breath. Robin’s pussy clamped tighter and tighter around his cock. On his last deep thrust, she felt his cock swell and tighten as the first flood of his cum. She stroked him slowly as his cock quickly stiffened to its full size in her hand. She started by making long, slow strokes with her tongue across his balls then gently sucking one, then the other, then both, into her mouth, suckling them softly. When he let out a soft moan, she could not help but moan in response. Her greatest joy was his pleasure and she was proud and happy when she could give him so much that it escaped his carefully controlled demeanor. Slowly, with her tongue curved around. "He ordered me to put my hands up above my head and when I did he cuffed my wrists to the top rack holding shoe boxes and now that I was securely attached to the stock shelves he pulled out his cell phone and took some photos of me helplessly cuffed and naked except for my heels & dark pantyhose.Then he slapped my tits. Hard. Over and over until they were burning and red. "Why do you think you're here today slut?"I felt a tear run down my cheek as I replied, "For you to train me as a sales girl.