Kink: Student humiliates her teacher

AJ wasn't sure if they would let her spend the night again. "There is also a guest staying in the building that you will be available for. Should he ask for you...," Mills continued quietly. "A guest?" AJ asked timidly. "Captain General Kelly of Virginia is visiting for a few days. He is staying here and is aware that you Hardcore are available to him," Mills responded bluntly. "You should know this stuff by now," he said, looking at her impatiently. "I… I'm sorry, Sir. I guess… I, I'm just not used to all of this. I wouldn't normally be available to any guests like him," she Bondage replied. Mills walked up to AJ and touched her delicate shoulder lightly. "Well I wouldn't worry about it too much. He's out getting trashed with the Commanders right now, so you're probably clear for the night." AJ smiled up at him, her blue eyes shining with a youthful innocence Mills forgot existed. He was caught off guard by his attraction to doggy style her. She was much too pure to be in this place and was treated way harsher than she should be. Unlike that blonde fucking skank Morgan, AJ was obedient and demure. She didn't have the same body but she had more than enough to keep any man happy. Plus the lack of bad attitude was well worth the smaller tits. Mills wondered if he could request her for himself. AJ walked with Mills down the hall to Morgan's room quietly, feeling goosebumps start to prickle her BDSM skin. She saw Morgan waiting for her outside her bedroom door, wearing a short fluffy white robe. Freshly showered and smiling mischievously she looked great, especially considering how horrible her training sounded earlier. "Finally!" she exclaimed, pulling AJ away from Mills into an embrace. "I've only been gone a minute," Mills responded sarcastically. "Not you jackass," Morgan hissed. "Oh? Well then have a good..." Even BDSM if people discover it on their own how will the public convince a whole bunch of college girls to get pregnant?” David had raped, ravaged, and murdered her. Realising that the woman had thought that I was Ryan’s daughter, and that he was playing along with that assumption, I added, My hand was now feeling up her thighs, the sheer pantyhose smooth and soft surrounding her legs. But surprisingly, the many in the state seemed to rally to her support. When at last they plopped out free, he was truly astounded. The weighted end of the chain punched right over my head, thrusting out from him like a thrown lance. Finally, her lips started to move. “Not my futa-mother. I Bondage moved my kissing down to her chest. “And what about THIS?! "I was with you two at least once, and I could definitely feel blonde the connections with you two. I let a small section of it come down on Hardcore the bottom of her lips and licked her lips in a single stroke. She began to claw at the block, then tried to reach back to push him off her, to make him stop. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, the image showed the beautiful sides of doggy style her titties and the valley in between. “Hey Dale, can we meet for lunch or something? As she ran a finger along his cheek, she drew her hand back and slapped him across the face. We soon entered the heart of Rainier, our small community on the east side of Lake Washington.