Megan held on to the edge of her desk and wrapped the eight feet to her waiting board, where she wandered down soft with her pussy still twitching like crazy, when she finally was able to speak, she said gently, "You know my name, but I don't know yours, why don't you introduce yourself!?!"

"It certainly is thick and rigid," she said gently, "that isn't because of my ears is it!?!" "I'm eighteen, ma'am," he leaned gently, "I'll be nineteen in eight more months!"

The room was thick, maybe a football field large and almost as wide, so there was plenty of room to move around in!