Her small breasts and a pair of panties thong style

Lucy was excited, was offered a place at university Carbeach is a media course. It was a two-year course and was far enough from the house to them would remain in the residence halls. The dormitory of the university are not sized blocks together with students in the dorms, but individual houses, each with 10 students. Lucy was looking for a new home liaison officer graduate student, a graduate student named Mike dishy shown. He dutifully showed him the communal kitchen and lounge. Everything seemed perfect, Lucy and she felt so grown up, left the house after his return at the University of eighteen. She asked if there were others in the house, and Mike explained that other students assigned to this home was going to happen in a week, so for the moment they had the place to themselves and could choose their own room. Lucy stood up and looked quickly in the rooms, the most important choice of his own. She called Mike said they had made their choice. He trotted up the stairs in the room tells Lucy he had to do a quick inventory before they move their stuff in. It then performs a piece of paper from a folder he was carrying and walked around room ticking things back was a large vase in the corner of the room. He looked at Lucy and said the vessel did not ask on the list if they wanted to keep it as it was probably left by previous renters rooms. Lucy looked at the vase and I saw that it contained about 10-15 bamboo sticks have attracted it whistled in the air Mike wonders why so many former detainees would stick? Mike explained that the room of a graduate student who wrote a hypothesis that the sensations of pain and pleasure are part of a continuum, and it was probably used sticks in this study . Lucy looked confused and asked Mike to explain. But he looked at her and shook his head and said that the work had progressed beyond their current learning and maturation. Lucy stood up and demanded to know how some of the cane of the continuum of pain or pleasure he said that it was his. Mike saw his patience, running his eyes over her body before telling him that it was a difficult concept to explain, but could be better detected. Lucy seemed happy and asked if he could show her exactly what that means in practice. Mike smiled and told her that if she really wanted to know what had student researchers at the university level, they would have to follow his orders. Lucy nodded, feeling slightly raised, the student learning research director working on his first day at university. Mike explained that he understood the whole subject was required to examine and obtain a number of blows on the buttocks, both on clothing and the naked, and then select the search, to bring them to orgasm, which means they wished. A register will be kept of the number of strokes, and the time required to reach a high point after the last shot. This would then be used to see if there will be a direct relationship between pain and pleasure. He went on to explain that the number of stroke patients is correlated with age "subjects", 20 for a 20 year old, etc. After explaining what he has done research and looked at Lucy in the eyes and asked her how old she was and if she was ready to continue. Lucy swallowed, and then Mike said she was 18, and gather courage told him they like to participate in the study. She asked how scientists bring their "subjects" to orgasm. Mike smiled and nodded that it was a common question, and whether the subject was a virgin, either vaginally or rectally. Lucy said she was not a virgin and then asked if it would be nice if they looked at the end of the bed to the cane. Mike smiled even say that it was a popular position and she was very brave to accept help in the search, said the girl had rejected much in college. Lucy was very proud to do something to create the older students could not. However, it was a little afraid of the real cane, never experienced that before. It was also a little worried about the damn well, as they had only had one serious boyfriend before. Nevertheless, she went to the end of the bed and leaned forward, put his hands flat on the mattress support, and looked over his shoulder at Mike asked if this position was adequate. Mike lives with a cruel smile on his face. There was a tendency naive girl of 18 years during the end of a bed, they asked if they should be punished in order, and get fucked! He asked if they believe his story about the hives, and research, but it has worked for other freshmen, he said, so he decided to try with it as well and thought she had fallen to 100%. Lucy wore a light summer floral and flip flops. Mike could easily hurry to have permit access to clear coat them behind, but he was eager to see all of it, he said it might be the dress of a "problem" to be and experience would be better if they took off. Sun Lucy rose quickly and pulled her dress over her head before leaning back on the bed. She was a little exhibitionist and he was always the first to go topless at the beach vacation, then scouring for a foreigner does not affect them. Mike could see that she wore a sheer black bra, which helped to accentuate her small breasts and a pair of panties thong style. Mike was not a fan of this type of underwear, he resolved to get that after the first blows of the cane a few. Mike chose a light cane vessel and positioned himself to start on the left Lucy verify its target by pressing the cane on the buttocks. And he began.

Thank you, Master

At this, she screams, falling cramps all over my body and perfectly cut her panties on the floor, so that bare her delicious apple shaped ass. I moved in with her, pushed her shoulders as she tries to interact with the excess of emotions and feelings, avoiding the raid. The scent of her arousal was strong, and his breath came in gasps small swallowed as she shook. I gently helped her to stand, and took them to my room, put them in my bed, and then behind it. She snuggled up to me, curling like a limpet, her head resting on my shoulder, balanced his breathing and she stopped to shake. Exhausted, we both slid into sleep, but as the darkness to me, I heard him whisper, "Thank you, Master ....."

But when they come off, they are off, you know?" I finished my dial tone

".... But when they come off, they are off, you know?" I finished my dial tone. She nods silently, eyes down, but his whole body reflects its conviction that it took some control. "Do not drop the whip," I whisper, as I understand suddenly busy and handle out of her hair, and the strength of his march to the chair on which I was so, lately. She gasps, and some of the tension out of his position, as I fold the chair at an angle of 45 degrees. She still holds the whip and held that position by muscle power only, but already she begins to shake. Slowly I pulled the scissors out of his pocket and shows it. His eyes lose their arrogance, because in their view, what I could do. I pushed open the scissors and a knife, I run him down the back, accompanied by his gasps and moans until he slips under the waistband of her panties. Can I use a neck scissors and cut the elastic. I repeat the process, lower the blade to push each of their thighs, do not collect small amount of juice, as I did. Before the decision, the elastic that holds his legs as well Now it's just maintains its position that her panties and I moved the scissors from her and brought it to his lips. "You have your evil juice on my scissors, girl," I said sternly. "Clean off" She did not even try to argue, thought she was in charge of the celebration, and to realize she was not drop the slide's edges in subspace. Her wet, pink tongue out and towers scissors, carefully, but long remembered, metal cleaning secretions. I threw the scissors on the floor behind me, and I take the whip out of his arms trembled concerns now turn to his lips. "Kiss". She kisses it rain feverishly, while the arms whip in the right position, and I want her mouth. After about 20 seconds, I offer the whip, and behind her back. "Enter the chair," I say, and raise the whip. She moans and leans forward, grabbed the arm of the chair, his breathing accelerated, and I swish the whip in the air, make noise, but did not even touch his skin. Then I bring the whip forward, slightly twist my arm, light strokes, almost sweet, only redness of the skin, but pants and groans him I pulled the balance. After a few minutes of this, I take a step back and give him a blow. He landed with a crack and pulls out a moan accompanied. I expect a series of ten, and give it to another. Crack Crack Crack Finally, I take another step back and let an army in full swing, the front, but my wrist weapons arrived at the end part of the reducing power of the shot. CRACK

Eyes up, girl

His eyes flashed to me, but only for a moment. I see are the confusion and fear, just one second before his gaze reappears. I leaned into his ear and whispered: "Do not move", before walking across the room, and pick up two things. One is a pair of scissors, and the other is my whip beginners. It looks fantastic and it makes noise, but the pain factor is quite limited. I go to her and noticed that her eyes remained low all the time. It's almost in the space below now, almost to the depths. "Eyes up, girl," I bark, and his head flies, fear and anticipation flashes on her face as she takes the whip. "Oh ..." moaned "Elbows at your side, a girl, and sells," I said, my voice still further, but confident now than when I know that the resistance was crushed at the moment, and want to obey it. It quickly takes the position, and I give the whip on his hands. She looks at me, sent a clear question in his eyes, before a slight quirk of my face look like his parish ground again. I moved behind her, running my hands behind my back, pulling my nails down and hear her breathing, feeling her pain as I do. I leaned forward and whispered, "I've decided that your pants stay now my daughter ..." Before I finished my sentence, I feel the triumph of their influence, his attitude changes slightly.

My finger is rising again, and again, instant silence

"Y. .. yes," she stammered, "But .." My silence her fingers. "Just answer yes or no, my daughter. I do not want to hear your thoughts in the moment." She nods, eyes wide and staring. It was not even the faintest idea what they will do, and it can not be diverted. "You got me, right?" My voice gaining a slight advantage now a flash of anger coating. "Yes," she replied, and her voice strong, but cast his body but me. "I can do what I? Please him, I can not" I ask, my voice besides maintaining the heating, the blade cuts my fire without pain in his illusion of control. "Yes, sir ...." she whispered, "Sir ..." My finger is rising again, and again, instant silence. "Well, my daughter," I continued, "If I remove the panties you want, is it not?" And in that sentence, the building fire in my voice instantly chills the ice, and I see the reaction of her lightning "oh shit in his eyes. "Yes, sir, I will," she said, lowering his eyes and moved his hands to the waistband of his trousers, preparing to shoot them down. I'm freezing him with my voice alone. "Did you place an order, my daughter?" "I. .. I'm sorry, sir, I thought you wanted ... I'm sorry!"

I keep my face impassive, and I move my hands to his hips

I wait until she calms down, panting, and then I pulled her skirt so that her. Only her pretty, black lace panties and heels She gasped, surprised by the sudden and violent movement, and suddenly his legs bend inward, her moans of increasing that to fondle her breasts his hands on. I grabbed the support, as I whisper in her ear, "Stop." She moans, but stretch her legs, his hands let go of her breasts and she stands on its own, find his mine eyes in the mirror, shining with joy and singing. His face is red, and his heavy breathing, I have some very interesting things to freeze on her breast, as they seem to do in their thin black lace panties, my arms around his waist, threatening my head on her little light in the room out of my shadows, while his pale skin almost glows. I began to fret her panties, and she puts her hands on my. "No, wait, please," she said, her voice not begging, demanding, but the mine clasp hands firmly, stop their movement. I flick my eyes, his hands, his eyes meet again, a simple question that burns in my eyes. Would you really do that? His hands burned like me jump, but not stop the words tumbling from his mouth. "Please, please, can I get my pants on is I ... I'm not easily lose it again, I'll do what you want, anything, just please, please let me keep." She stops, panting harder now, and opened his mouth to continue. "I ....." My finger to her lips and she immediately calmed down, while gazing steadfastly at me, but the challenge is a different way now. Where once it was difficult to get power to it, to subdue him, and now she is testing my limits, to see how much control I will allow it to see if they can fool template, and thus control to take over. I keep my face impassive, and I move my hands to his hips. I mean, suddenly, my voice even and controlled. "This is mine, is not it?", I question that. On his body

I ripped her top to reveal her bra

I slowly and gently slide the straps of her top down, pull down their arms until they. In the elbow Then, wild with a single train, I ripped her top to reveal her bra. She pants heavily as I pull up there, pushing her plump breasts in her bra as adrenaline flooded his system. I smiled wryly to me. The adrenaline, the skin is more sensitive. I stretch and move his feet, stood with her. I'm behind her, sliding my hands over his back hair on the strap of her bra, she felt shudder every time, until I open the latch to move with my finger, and slide-support neck, releasing the juicy balls. I grabbed his arm, as it automatically to protect the chest and they are forcing down. "Is not that to me, girl," I whispered in his ear as she. Struggles a little in my hand She stops to fight and said, "Yes,". When I slid my hands into the air, and UPC "Arch your back, my daughter," I whisper, and it does, press firmly into my cupped hands. "Good girl," I whispered, as I briefly before slipping my hands stroked on the waistband of her skirt. "Put your hands on your breasts," I whisper, as I played with his belt. She brings her hands and grabbed her breasts, I found the zipper of her skirt and slide down. "To play with them," I say, before I bury my face in his neck. She moaned part of what I do, and partly from the humiliation of what I've done. For the ride home, I turn it easily, so look in the mirror. "The Bad Girl", I say "play with yourself for me." She moaned again her head back and arched her body.