They way Dirae was looking at him and licking her lips made him feel nervous. "Ugh, you said you wouldn't look." The archivist weakly said.<br/><br/>Dexter was pushed and held into the chair. His weak body had no chance of fighting back, especially in the state he was in. Her touch made his cock throb and twitch with pleasure. The archivist threw his head back in ecstasy. He didn't even notice her aiming his own manhood back at him. He was far to enthralled by the teasing of this voluptuous vixen.<br/><br/>The true was Dexter has touched himself before, and he could finish then. However being around such a beauty was making him weak and light headed. Well, weaker than usual that is. Right now he could barely remember where he was or his own name. He was completely at the mercy of the woman about to 'mark' him with his own seed.