I didn't see her have any obvious orgasms during her performance, but knowing how turned on she got by showing off like this, I was fairly sure she ha...d come at least a couple of times.She finished with a flourish to a great round of applause and cheers, and she had once again set the mark that the other dancers would have to meet. She climbed down from the front of the stage and was immediately surrounded by at least a half-dozen women. I saw her get led to a table at one side, then she was. He alsohad a teaching assistant, Joanna, a lovely young woman who had introducedherself to Donny when he started the class, which was Reality and It'sPermutations, a fancifully named study of the belief that objects and evenpeople could be radically changed by magic. Although Donny scoffed at magic,he desperately needed a good grade in the course. So it was that he went toJoanna to ask her advice. She was a slender blond with small hands, a modestfigure, and smooth, even features. Her skin. He had gotten home easily enough, carried her down the steps and into his lab and now she was his.He watched her wake up, saw the confusion when she realized she couldn't move. It was always the same. The confusion and then the dawning horror that she was tied down. And then came the pleading and the crying. But tonight he was in too good of a mood to even worry about the knife. The knife couldn't call to him tonight. This night was his."Do you know who I am?" he whispered to her, wiping her. She took a step forward and pressed her crotch into Moran’s. Moran’s cock flexed in its restraining outfit in an attempt to break free.Moran heard someone clearing her throat somewhere in the far distance. She looked towards the tents and, sure enough, there stood Mor.“Get off me Ayala,” she shoved the redhead away.“You know sexual relationships are prohibited in the army...” Mor said, “both of you are staying the weekend.”“Wait, Mor, let me explain. She forced me...” Moran hastily tried to.