The class sat around the table, starting into space as Kate, the tutor, droned on mechanically about international relations.

Smith used this time to let his mind wonder. Wonder over to the tutor, that is. Kate was a stern, severe looking, young, blonde woman, the sort that obviously needs some meat up her bum and some warm piss in her belly.

Smith was just imagining what Kate would look like in stocks with a bald shaved head when the bell rang and the class, relieved, started filling out. He waited until it was just the two of them left , before we went over and closed the door. Before Kate could respond, he pulled out an open gag and put it over her mouth, preventing her from making enough noise for anyone to hear her. As she struggled, he then grabbed her wrists, bent her over and fastened each wrist to each of her ankles with some cuffs he had ready in his bag.

Effectively immobilised, Kate could only struggle in vain as he pulled her black skirt down, seeing her beautiful white panties, he then kneeled down and rubbed his face over then, putting his nose into her clothcovered crack and breathing in deeply a few times. Smith decided then that he needed a urinal, but, suspecting that Kate would probably still want to fight, decided to utilise what was right in front of him. Pulling down her panties, he brought out his erect cock and slowly eased it into her tight little asshole, having to push in and out a few times before his head could get past her sphincter.