I loved this sensation. I loved feeling a man’s cock grow inside of me. I stroked him with my spit lubing his shaft while I licked his swollen balls.... I was scared to suck on them until he ordered me to. I was moaning so loud. He was breathing so heavily. The sounds of his aggression never scared me once. I loved the fearlessness I had discovered inside of me from caving in and going for the cock. I knew I wanted to be out of my own closet eventually but the thrill of these secret trysts added. . I... should have behaved better."Everything," Natalie replied. "You should have talked about everything. You could have talked about her job, you could have talked about your kinks... her kinks, you could have talked about what happened in Sweden, for goodness sake, instead of running away from it!" Whatever," I grumbled."Men!" my sister proclaimed loudly. "Don't you get it?" What?" There was nothing wrong with your relationship that couldn't have been fixed. It was all about secrets. You. He runs his oiled finger up and down her crack spread out in front of him and then thrusts the first finger in her. Her time on the plug makes her open and accepting. He pulls his finger out and thrusts two in her. She lets out a low moan.Dare he? He pulls out a third time and as he thrusts back in it is now three fingers entering her asshole. She cries out. Is it in pain or pleasure? But her cries of “yes, yes, yes” seems to answer which one it is for her.Donald sees her lift her head to. But the texts she was reading and the ones the professor suggested off the list, all seemed so sexual. In a strange way, the professors reading lists, enthusiasm, began to turn her on. Surely, the professor was interested in her, like the girls in the texts...So Mila, bored with her life in other respects, decided to play a game, to test the professor. She started wearing tighter tops, skirts that got shorter and shorter. She enjoyed lingering around after class, letting the professor talk to.