He turns the lights in the room out and firmly shuts the door.Emma is engulfed in darkness. Alone.As she lays crying in the bed, this is more of a pu...nishment than the spanking or corner time. She hates that he has removed himself so from her. She begins to think back to how this all happened between Donald and her. It was March 13th, a Tuesday night, when she went to the lecture and first laid eyes on Professor Donald Ryan. It took her to that Friday to build up the nerve to email him the. "I guess I get frustrated too. If you know what I mean." Flying solo doesn't always get you to your destination, does it?"She laughed loudly, "Exactly! Well said!"I knew I shouldn't say it, but it came out anyway. "I wish I could help you."Then she put her hand on my shoulder, reached down, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "You're the best."When I turned around to smile and thank her, something clicked. I looked up into her face. She wasn't smiling, but she had what appeared. ” Tom said, “I never would have thought.”“So do I get to choose who fucks me?” B asked.“That was the agreement.” I replied.Beaver went over to Harry, put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Then they turned and walked towards our tent.“Well guys,” I said, “I guess that you’ll have to make do with me. Which 2 holes do you want to use?” Two minutes later I was totally naked, on my hands and knees, outside the guys tent and being taken from both ends. After my first noisy orgasm, the guys. She was screaming again, not now in pain but in extasy, suddenly he filled her, the jig over, balls emptying into her a tense moment while she orgasmed once more, the room went silent, her body slowly slumping to the carpet, arms and legs dropping to the floor as he slowly withdrew, the wet tool flopping out of her like an empty hose he kneeling between her legs. She lay comatose, regaining her breath and her reason, as by now, he sat in the armchair, smiling, every bit the winner in the bout,.