I can’t do you any good.” I admitted. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I can’t suck that dick anymore.”“Bull shit,” he spat, �...You’ve got me this far, you got to get me the last mile.” “I can’t, driver. I’m so fucking sore, I can barely stand. I can’t do it.” “Bull shit!” he spat again, angrily. “You’re going get this load out of me.”He lurched at me, grabbing me by the shoulder and pinning me against the metal wall of the stall. His forearm was against the back of my neck; his other hand. Forever you came, shaking and tensing and releasing your muscles as I continued to work your pussy. When you finally stopped you tried to speak to me but I placed a hand over your mouth not allowing you to talk. You licked my hand and even tried to bite it to move it, but I refused to release your mouth. But with my free hand I was untying your leg bonds. You realized this and stopped working on my hand and relaxed. Then I released your mouth, but followed it with a kiss, a gentle kiss that. Kirsch would be more difficult then I though, I escaped to look at the events calendar for the semester. I managed to beat the rush to the bulletin board to see that the first adventure we were going on was on the first night of the Fall Festival party that residence held every year. I sighed heavily, I had been looking forward to it, but apparently I would be going to a formal dinner at the German club instead. I contemplated skipping out of it since I didnt need to go on all of them, but I. This was going to be a hard job. Starting by moving all his crap I discovered a pair of black cotton panties just on the floor next to is bed, thinking they were a used pair of his girl friend’s I picked them up to put in the washing, but as I picked them up I found them to be all crusty. They had been used to catch more than the odd cum load, fasinated for some perverse reason I brought them up to my nose and sniffed them. The smell of cum was really strong and I felt the gusset of my own.