His hand moved down between them and he heard her breath go quiet. He was beyond his ability to control himself much longer and he laid her back on he...r desk… on top of the papers as her only cushion. He found the snap and the zipper of her jeans and tugged the heavy denim from over her hips and downward dragging them down her thighs. He slipped her shoes off and pulled her jeans off both legs to fall in the floor between them. He leaned to kiss the softness of the center of her panties and. ‘Conventional’ is open to pretty broad interpretation, but it doesn’t include bondage or S&M activities. Anal is available, but not from every woman.’ Ivy grinned. ‘In plain language, I’ll suck your cock and you can fuck me, but you can’t fuck my ass.’ She kicked off her shoes and moved around the coffee table to sit next to Tim. ‘A few other rules, services will be completely non-romantic. No kissing. No asking any of the women about any aspect of their personal lives or personal histories. We. Even though he completed the many years of arduous study and training, he never believed school or education in general helped anyone. He remembered his training as a fierce burden. He believed that academia, especially the type which concentrates only on Allah, His Prophet, and the Prophet’s writings was downright boring and insulting. He compared such training to water dripping from a faucet or hearing a clock making its slow revolutions around and around a faded dial. But he had acquiesced. I kept gripping his bum and could feel the delightful tensing of his muscular glutes as he slammed his steel-hard erection into me. "Oh fuck, k**, that throat of yours is incredible," he said as he stopped with it buried all the way inside me and then repeatedly punched the last inch or two back and forth. "Mmmmmm," I mewed against the velvety smooth shaft as I felt my cock start to get that tingly feeling again. Geez....I couldn't believe how aroused I was becoming by being impaled on his long.