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  • Only during the Program, and only as part of lessons, could a professor do anything to a student. I swallowed, trembling, realizing this was our only chance to have each other. Once this period ended, my time in the Program was over. We'd have to wait until I graduated amateur or she quit. I tensed, realizing I wasted the last few days with my pointless guilt and shame. My cheeks burned as much as my ass. I felt so terrible. I could hear her panting. Her breath ragged. Then she cleared her throat. “Aftercare,” Mom said, her clothing rustling. “Aftercare is important in BDSM. If you and your partner go down this road, you have to make sure that if you're the dominant that you make sure your submissive is okay. That you soothe her hurts.” “Aftercare?” President McTaggart asked. “Yes,” my mother said. “If you love the futa you disciplined, you have to take care of her after spanking her. I'm giving a lesson, President McTaggart. My futa-daughter is enrolled in the Program.” “Of course,” the president said. “Teach away. I'll just... observe.” I lifted my tear-stained face from the desk and peered over my shoulder at my mother. She had her wrap-like blouse open, her round breasts constrained in a purple bra. She shrugged out of her top, her tits heaving. My heart beat faster as I watched her strip. There were twenty other people watching us, futas and girls that I had fucked mixed in with them, and yet there was only my mother. Her fiery hair fell around her flushed face. Only a second later, does her whimpers of pain turn to those of desire as his hand slides up her thigh, gently teasing the swollen lips that hide her wetness. “Remain still Grace” Said Max. The hot itch intensified but I focused on the goal. “Why not?” Elena whispered, her tongue in my ear, “You’re a queen of immeasurable power,” she released one thigh to hold me fast by my crotch, three fingers entering me, “and sick desires,” she hissed as I cried out, my diaphragm heaving with exalting breaths, “but you’ve only ever been with one lover at a time? All four of us then made our way to the kitchen where we got a few drinks. Ah, I wanted to stay in those big strong arms forever, so warm, loving me enough to rescue me. He found the perfect position and I could feel the head of his cock press against my hole as I stride to relax. Which although very amateur enjoyable, was not allowing her to orgasm. This was an exhibition, could I turn the table, even slightly, by presenting my participation openly by arriving naked, ready, and willing? I paused while I bound her, oblivious to pain and forced my way into her tunnel in one quick thrust. When I was in about two inches, I could feel the pulses even stronger, and she was ready to take more of me. She now took a few small sips of her own drink. To be continued...