Vanessa did not say a single word as we drove home. She sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, looking magical ... and angry. My treacherous d**k also liked the way it looks.
Fucking hard.
The erotic fantasies about Vanessa that I often indulged in now I could barely contain. As I waited in the empty lecture hall for the lecture to end, I thought about how badly I wanted to get her over her knee. I would spank that beautiful ass of hers until she blushed, and until it never occurred to her again to wander the streets alone at night. I know she’s angry because I did not tell her why I came tonight, but I couldn’t tell her the truth. What should I say? I can’t think of anything other than you and I worry so much that you will find yourself in a dangerous situation that it drives me crazy
