” Something was deep inside her ass too. Tiffany’s fingers? Her other hand? A dildo? “Fifty-nine. Sixty.” There was a faint noise outside but ...she couldn’t raise her head. “Seventy-two. Seventy-three.” She started shaking now, she couldn’t take any more, she would go insane. She squirmed, shaking her legs as best she could, her muscles exhausted but finding strength somewhere to struggle. There were sounds all around her, footsteps, talking. “Eighty-six. Eighty-seven.” Catcalls and whistles.. Before she could speak, Brandtpulled a bandana across her mouth and tied it roughly behind her head. 'Therewe go, no protest.' 'Ok little lady, time to see how much you can sport. Scott, go get one ofthe horses from down in stall 17 or 18, they're both ready.' 'Now the fun begins.' and with that Brant walked over to a nearby shelf andgrabbed a jar of Vasoline. 'Oh yeah, Hon, you're going to need all the helpyou can get with these big guys' and he swiped a glob of the jelly into hishand. 'Hold. She ran the tips of the fingers of her left hand over her breasts, tracing circles over them, then moving them to tease her nipples, pinching them one after the other. Her right hand went further down her body and soon found her wet pussy. She quickly slid a finger inside and then slowly removed it. She then placed the finger in her mouth. She had always loved the taste, although apart from a spell back at Starfleet Academy and one night on the holodeck with Jack a year after they married, she. I give tuition to a number of boys and girls, and they are the only visitors I allow in my flat.Last sunday a student of mine rang the doorbell quite early in the morning. The previous night I had slept late, and so I asked her (let’s call her Rupa) to wait at the study while I freshened up. It took me about half an hour to finish my toilet and make tea. When I entered my study, I found her sitting at the desk, looking quizzically at my stethoscope. I had kept it in a drawer long ago, and had.