I sent Richard a text to say when I was coming to London, and the dear man came to pick me up at Heathrow Airport when I arrived. His house is gorgeou...s – in a pretty quiet mews right in the heart of the West End. Whilst I unpacked in the room he had given me, he went and made us coffee, and whilst we sat and chatted, I gave him an envelope with the rent for the first month which I had saved up. He tried to refuse, saying it could wait until I had earned some money, but I insisted we keep this. He stuffs it back in my throat and you suddenly stop you assault on my anus, saying something about the man really enjoying a hot piece of ass, and you begin to whip my ass cheeks with a small crop until they are hot and red. You fill my rectum with a generous shot of KY and stuff it full with a larger butt plug.You come around and begin kissing the man...and i can see your wet and swollen sex above me as i suck the cock...you straddle the man and sit down, forcing my mouth from his cock and. Emails without those items will be ignored.What are you waiting for, come fuck this slut…There were three pictures and they were awesome. The fully naked body shot with face was what I fell for. She was stunning. Perky little breasts tipped with big brown nipples and a hairless pussy. A close up of her pussy showed it to be smooth, without the spots and scars usually associated with waxing. The final picture convinced me to respond to her, something I have never done. She was on all fours. The professor came in a couple minutes later with the tests we wrote last week. He also had some remarks about the low scores before handing them out. This time it was apparent that he was going from worst to best as each student was shaking their head when they looked at their grade. I felt better each time my name wasn't called. Eventually the students were smiling as they walked back to their seats. My name was finally called and I walked down to retrieve it."Good work Mr. Stewart," said the.