It would have been easy to walk away. His job was done wasn't it. His responsibility. Just slip off after he'd nipped her. And teach everyone absolutely nothing.<br/><br/>GoodFellow stayed close. Touching still, teasing still, hands over her still. Making sure she knew he was right there every second and that every second was going to lead to something powerful at the end.<br/><br/>She had to know that. She had to believe that no matter what at the end there was enough for her to tolerate all that occurred before.  She had to know that later her Domma would cuddle with her and assure her she was prized above everything else.  Or what was the point.<br/><br/>If it wasn't to show everyone how a response Master took a virgin then what was the point. It wasn't punishment. It was the job description of both in a live demonstration. Perform without benefit of rehearsal.<br/><br/>GoodFellow's focus was still on Charlotte.<br/><br/>Although there were several moment when he thought he saw students running bare ass naked or practically so, elbows flying toward the outskirts of the campus.  Several Security running like St. Bernard's after them or waiting along the route. He had a sinking feeling his student might have somehow achieve a level of infamy with a certain teacher in that regard somehow.<br/><br/>It wouldn't be long now. Richard was a power broker when it came to a scene. Charlotte hot and ready.<br/><br/>The Dungeon looked to be busy tonight. GoodFellow knew his office would be.<br/><br/>