I was a freshman. I was in the second week. My cock and balls ached from being grabbed, and being forced to take relief was the pits.”“You were fo...ced?” I exclaimed. “It says teachers may not force it.”“Not if a teacher wants you to ‘demonstrate, ‘“ he said. “For relief I was forced to masturbate as a demonstration even though I had recently cum and couldn’t get it up again so soon. He had a few people try and all I got were friction burns.”There were further examples given, most of which were. That was his main concern, although he was a man and he hadhis own needs too. But no matter what happened he would never cheat onhis wife. Of course, until he found the woman of his dreams, the womanwho would be the mother to his child, he didn't mind some fun with otherwomen he liked. Jack was such a stud now that finding women was easy forhim. He had rugged good looks, a great body that belonged on a 'man'half his age and a gentlemanly disposition that made him stand out amongthe rest of. One might be good for her. Again, it was probably one of those hints that I chose the one that was good for her and potentially disastrous for me, but...oh well. My brain, I fully admit, was turned off. Diane was the best boss I had ever had, and I dared to think of her as a friend. I had to help her – and I only knew one way to do that.I walked into her office, closed the door very softly, walked around her desk – and before she even knew I was there, I knelt down, carefully not touching her,. Visibly unnerved by the knowledge that he was naked, erect, and waiting in the very bed upon which they’d shared so much pleasure, she nevertheless decided to quit protesting and carry on with what she’d come to say.“Thank you, I guess. Anyway, how did you sleep?”“It wasn’t exactly the sleep of the righteous man, but I managed a few uninterrupted hours. You?”“Better than you, I suppose, although still not very well. I was pretty exhausted.”“Well, you put in quite a day’s work ... and that’s.