His hand released the back of her head, as she needed no encouragement now to keep kissing him.Her head spun as his hand followed the curve of her bod...y until her breast rested in his hand. His thumb was driving her mad, and heat and moisture flooded her as he pinched her nipple lightly over her shirt. He moved to her neck, nibbling and licking until he got to her ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth, making buck against him when he scraped his teeth over it. She couldn’t take any more. She. Ariel interrupted him. “First, I want guarantees. I don’t trust you. I want an excuse signed now. And then I want your word you won’t try to fuck me any more after this.” “You must be dreaming,” he laughed. “You will do as I say and I agree to no demands. I will fuck you when and where I feel like. If you want to graduate, you’ll gladly part your legs.” Ariel smiled at her wouldbe tormentor . “That’s quite a trick you planned for me,” she said. “But you failed, robustly.” “What are you talking. "Let's all get out of all these silly clothes. We don't hate you! Why would you think that?" Be careful!" I pleaded. "It's my nicest blouse! I -- I made a spectacle of myself!" Shush!" Her hands on my cheeks, she muffled my protests with a series of sweet, tender, tender kisses, then her fingers resumed plucking at the buttons. "I'm not tearing anything. You need to get out of those clothes! WE need to get out of these clothes. Clothes aren't for you. Not here. Not now. Not with us. You're. I chained the doors again and we left. The doc was coming at 1800 to do the interrogations with me.When I got home, the girls and I went to the office. I had a firm limit of one hour desk work then I was going to spend the rest of the day in the gym. I was feeling sluggish and down and I was sure that it was because I had only managed at most a few minutes this week in exercise. I was just yuck.I was still in the gym at 1730 when the doc called to say he was on the way. I had told the girls.