" All of a sudden my face was in his hands and his lips were on mine. His tongue moved in my mouth, against my own. I moaned into his mouth when his h...ands found my tits again. He started to move us backwards onto my bed, he sat down and I straddled him. I'd dreamed of sitting with him like this for days. When he moved his hands away this time, it was to undo the clasp of my bra. It fell away from my body and Matthew threw it across the room, his hands coming back to feel my hard nipples.. I was really scared, but in the end…it was fun.’ My hands went all over the place. I opened up his glove compartment and found a pen. I looked around some more, looking for a napkin, or even a tissue. ‘Do you have anything I can write on?’ I asked. ‘Well… No, not really,’ he said, a sorry tone in his voice. ‘Why?’ ‘Here. Give me your hand,’ I told him. He hesitated, but only for a second. Then he moved his hand over to me. With my left hand, I grabbed his wrist, and I instantly felt him. I thrived on her pain and loved the way she struggled, so feeling her withdraw like that enraged me. I wanted her to react to me, to recoil and fight, yet all she was doing was letting me have my way. With my cock still hard and deep in her cunt, I pulled off my tie and wrapped it around her slim neck.“No, bitch. You don’t get to hide. You don’t get to escape. I’m going to kill you now, understand? I’m gonna strangle you as I fuck you, just so I can feel you convulse on me as I come. This is it. I was thinking of handling this one from the side, but that makes more sense. Allison turned to face the class, and felt Emanuel’s hands ease their way up to her breasts as he turned with her.“But Mrs. Rose, he’s covering her breasts! Isn’t that against Program rules?” a student complained.“Not at all. If she was covering her own breasts, that would be one thing. Even if a pose called for that, I have the last call on what is appropriate for this class, and I approved this pose.”Emanuel’s hands.