"Yes, what can I do for you?" Come with us! You have a meeting with the Dean of the Graduate School," they told me."What about my classes?" Some of yo...r PhD students are filling in for you," one of them told me. The other man was on his radio."This is team two. We have him and are on the way there!" I heard. I did notice that neither man had attempted to touch me or had made a move toward the weapon that he carried. Obviously they had been well briefed since neither action would have. I’m 13 and a half, and just started the 9th grade. Yeah, do the math, I skipped a grade in elementary. I’ve been told I get my smarts from my parents, real parents that is.Okay, here is the story with them. They were both geneticist, and were convicted right after my birth with weird experiments, cloning and the like. I’m pretty sure they had something to do with my extra body part. My real mom is still in jail/nut house (she went crazy from being locked up – or maybe she was anyway), and my. My tongue darts out and caresses the undersideof the Knob, eliciting a barely audible moan. He is very horny tonight.Maybe the session won't be long. The high heel on my right foot slips offmy heel, momentarily distracting me; but, i ignore it and circle my tonguearound the Head of His Cock and let the underside of the growing Shaftrest within the fold of my tongue before i draw it the full length,wrapping my lips around the Head. He shoots His Load almost immediately,which is very unusual. He. Dave panicked. Was that it? Where had she gone? He silently begged for act 2. Soon she was back with a stool and what looked like a hair brush. He was intrigued. Claire gently placed the stool in front of the mirror. Then she lifted the leg furthest away from the window and placed it onto the stool. Dave’s grip tightened further, his cock felt like steel. His hand started pumping harder. The hair brush. Was she really going to do it? His question was answered, she picked it up. Watching her.