Roman looked down at Elena in the study carrel. c*m still dripped from her p***y onto the floor. He wiped his c**k on her thigh and tucked it back into his pants. “You belong to me now,” he said quietly. “Every Thursday evening. Same carrel. You will come here and wait for me.”
Elena nodded, still breathing hard. “Yes.”
From that moment, their weekly tutoring sessions began.
Every Thursday evening at seven o’clock, Elena arrived at the same study carrel on the third floor. She wore a short skirt with no panties underneath. She sat in the chair and waited. Roman always arrived a few minutes later. He locked the door behind him and pulled the blinds halfway down, but anyone walking past could still see movement inside.
The first session, Roman bent her over the desk immediately. He spank
