I let go of her panties and withdrew my hand from between her legs. Anal sex I was sitting by myself in a corner of the room. And all the better for me, as it made her more accessible. I smiled back, and caressed the side of her face with my hand. For a while I was content to stroke it—delicately, sensuously—with the tips of my fingers. When I had been feeding her I’d been fairly careful about not looking down too often, for fear of attracting attention; I’d leaned on one elbow and kept my eyes on the tray as if concentrating on my meal, but was still able to see her face in my peripheral vision, and I would glance down to make sure that the food was getting into her mouth. She was wrong. It was really something to be sitting in the Dining Hall and have a woman’s naked behind between my legs.
