She walked into his office, quietly closed and locked the doors, then pushed him away from his desk.She still had on those short, faded brown shorts. ...he didn't even bother to take them off or, for that matter, to even speak.Instead, she straddled him, unzipped his pants and pulled out a cock that was already hard. She looked straight in his eyes and said, "Excuse me. If this isn't being used..." and paused as she pulled her shorts to one side.Slowly, so slowly he thought she was teasing him,. “Let’s go in the kitchen and draw up a plan.” Cyn likes plans and she loves plans that involve mischief or sex, preferably both. At the kitchen table, yellow pad in hand Cyn pencils out the plan of attack. “We are going to make everyone in her sorority and garden club think she’s gone kinky.” Cyn’s big tits were suddenly the focus of RD’s attention. “Huh? She’s uglier than a molting buzzard.” RD’s observation is spot on. “Yeah, we are going to need a government grant for this project,” Dave. And stuffed my still hard cock in my cargo pants and followed him. For the next 2 hours we cleaned the balcony. The sight of his hard cock was always on my mind, I could still taste him, I would continuously glance at his cock. He left the area first, telling me to make sure I locked up because they wouldn't need the area that night, the Sunday crowds weren't big enough The upstairs lobby was about 30' front to back with the restrooms on either side, and some old club chairs and sofas spread. “Be home in fifteen. Open box delivered this morning and get dressed. Dinner better be ready.” I had completely forgotten about the package delivered this morning and couldn’t even remember where I had put it. A brief panic set in before I saw it on the counter beside the coffee machine. I carefully tore open the brown paper and saw nothing but a tiny black mesh g-string. I pulled out the scant piece of fabric and saw that it had the words ‘CUM EATER’ in bold red letters embroidered on the.