? Cutting him out of the conversation, she turns to his girlfriend:?When was his last ejaculation??She?d giggle and say: ?Last night. He wouldn?t let ...me sleep until he fuckedme.? The teacher would give him a good slap on his ass: ?That?s so typical ?you?re nothing but a bad little boy.? He?d grunt a little and try to jerk awayinstinctively but she?d still have the noose-hold on his nuts. ?And just weardo you think you?re going, hmmm...?? The ladies giggle as the teacher?s otherhand wraps around. He continues to suck in her flesh fiercely, each assault dancing along the line between pleasure and pain; sending sharp surges of sensation down her body. Her womanhood longing for release, she begins rocking her hips in mock thrusting motions against his thigh; her warm moisture coating him. A sense of anticipation begins to well inside her. At last, he releases her breasts from the clutches his powerful mouth. He moves his head slowly down toward her navel, purposely taking his time. Connie. “I think I realized something very important while we were making love with you on top,” I said. “Your orgasm was even stronger because you felt I was in control.”“Yes, it was. Sex is as much mental as it is emotional and physical. I think that’s one part you’ve mostly missed. Not completely, but mostly. Your state of mind and my state of mind both matter. As you said months ago, anyone can figure out the mechanics. But think about what made our joining so intense. It was the intimacy. And. Tell us your history." Yes, mistress."Our small village was raided about a year ago, ten days after I was opened on my fifteenth birthday. I think a boy from our village led the slavers to us. I had refused him because I wanted to be properly opened first. The next time I saw him, I was in the hands of the slavers. They let him have my ass. He wasn't very good. When he pulled out of my ass, I rolled over and laughed at him. He laughed and said that I shouldn't have rejected him. I told him that.