“You don’t have an eight o’clock for me do you?” she asked, “Or should I do a display?”
He laughed, “No you can go home,” he ordered as he looked at her in the smart business suit she had decided fitted her new image. Kitty just lay back and surreptitiously sneaked some lube onto her forefinger and eased it between her pussy lips, and then waited for him to spear her. waiting for him before she finally climbed into his bed for the night his bed still waiting for him only rising around eleven in the morning. Kitty had only been in her first lecture for ten minutes when Miss Jacobs, Vice Chancellor Howard’s secretary, came to ask, or rather to insist that Kitty went to his office immediately. The man forced his short fat condom clad cock into her an inch or so grunted and let fly a stream of cum, the whole thing lasted barely thirty seconds and left Kitty feeling even more frustrated than before.
