He had forced them off me while he dragged me over here. I could have fought back. I think I did, it was hard to remember. I've always had this proble...m of being too submissive. Too afraid to fight back. It wasn't helping.Behind me was the dean of the college I was going to. His pants were at his feet, and his cock was plunging deeper and deeper into my pussy. I don't know what had gotten into him, but he forced himself on me while we were talking. I don't know what made him do it, it wasn't. MARK REACH FOR THE BAG, TOOK 2 MORE BEERS AND A STACK OF POLAROID PICTURES OUT. CPT 1 / PAGE 2HE HANDED ME THE PICTURES AND I COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT I WAS SEEING, EVERY PICTURE AT FIRST SHOWED MISSY NAKED AND POSING IN DIFFERENT SEXY POSITIONS. WHILE I WAS STUDYING EACH PITCHER, MARK OPENED THE BEERS, AND I'M DIDN'T KNOW IT THEN, BUT I AM PRETTY SURE THAT HE SPIKED MINE WITH SOMETHING. HE HANDED ME THE. He put his hands onto my boobs and gave them a very firm squeeze as if he was trying to squeeze the milk out, that just made me smile once again. “What are you smiling about?” Ray asked. "We're brother and sister, we're married we have a beautiful girl and we're having sex. I never dreamed that would happen, because this is way off the dream chart honestly. I never ever thought this would happen between us, but with your dick inside me right now, it's happening. And no, I'm not just figuring. I was instructed by your wife to have waken you with a birthday blow job.” I was still standing still and rather confused as I was trying to process what was going on so I asked, “Master? My wife left you instructions?” She walked over to me and explained as she escorted my stunned body to the table to sit and eat my breakfast. “Yes. Your wife thought you might enjoy having your own personal sex slave as your birthday present, so here I am.” And she again flashed me another one of her bright.