"I guess she isn't going to come," she said quietly. There was a tinge of sadness in her normally cheerful demeanor.Blake looked at her sympatheticall.... "Looks that way," he agreed. "I'm sorry Meg. I know you were looking forward to it." Blake felt sorry in more ways than one. He wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen this weekend if the girl DID arrive, but he sure had been hoping that he would be included. He looked out toward the lake and watched Justin splashing in the waves. "Did you. I’m a consultant here not a professor, ‘sir’ won’t be necessary’. My eyes move up from their fallen position and I see that grin that has yet to leave his face since Mrs Fletcher introduced him. His eyes seem to move over me and take me in, all the while his hand still cradles mine in an unusually long hand shake. ‘So Amy how would you like me?’ My immediate thought is not professional by any means, if I were really in charge of how I’d have this beautiful creature he would be in my apartment. She would come over and tell him to suck it or he could go home. He wouldn't get to watch. She would tell him that his sucking my dick would turn her on so much and she wants him to do it.So, she went home and had him eat her out again. This time, she called me on the phone---with him in the room to hear--and told me what a wonderful job Del had just done eating her out....and cleaning my sperm out of her vagina. She described in detail how she made him do it. She also said he was right. We climbed two flights of stairs.Susan led the way down the hall and stopped in front of an apartment door. The hall seemed strangely quiet, and I was baffled when she produced a key and opened the door.The apartment was dark. Susan flipped a light switch. "Here we are," she said cheerfully. "What do you think?"I didn't know what to think. We were alone in a barely furnished studio apartment. A Murphy bed unfolded from the wall conspiciously occupied much of the single room.Susan dropped her.