“It’s not the same with a strap on,” Natalie argued, though Stephanie really knew how to work a dildo with her hips. Normally, that would be enough to put her off the subject. “You can buy the best dildo you can get, ones that are freshly molded off a stud’s package. They look, smell, and feel real, and even give you a squirt of hot cream if you ride it long enough, but it’s not the same. But, if you’re offering to sub, I might just take you up on that…”<br/><br/>Finally, Steph caught the reason she came in when she asked about the paper. Contrary to what newer students thought, neither of them were ditzy and titsy. They had the tits, but an Ivy League education went a long way. “Yes, the student who wrote this paper. Come on, Steph, read it. Mr. Kevin Hadley knows a lot more about domination and submission than it outright says. It won’t be hard to keep him trussed up in the closet when I’m not using him.”<br/><br/>Natalie shifted again, and this time took a full hold of one of her breasts, gently kneading and caressing it through her blazer, all the while pulling herself as close as she could, leaning close to her face. She changed her mind about going in for seconds, and planted a soft, intimate kiss on the Vice’s lips; forget about buttering her up once the cat was out of the bag. There was no way she was going to sit right on top of her without taking her fill.<br/><br/>Understandably, Steph was a little hesitant about bringing in a boy. Like she said, not only was it a little dangerous to involve someone from the school, but Natalie sensed she was worried a little more about losing her lover’s attention.<br/><br/>“You worried I might switch to boys only, that I might fall in love?” she whispered after another kiss. “Sweetie, you know that with a body like yours,<em> I</em>know where the real deal is. I fell in love a long time ago. What do you want me to do to prove it?”