After an hour I was regretting my decision as the place was practically dead and the couple of people I chatted to didn’t have any real appeal to me... The only good point was the the very nice blonde TGirl working behind the bar, called Laura. She was a bit older than me and was dressed in a tight fitting black dress and rather glammed up for working behind a bar.I finished up my drink and the lovely Laura asked me if I wanted another but I told her I was going to call it a night. “Oh! That’s a. She finished undressing me and then applied lube to my dick. She told me to lube up her asshole, so I did. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but it didn’t seem to be rocket science. Kathleen lay on her stomach and told me to enter her back door slowly. I did so, and tentatively probed where the sun don’t shine. “I said slowly, not a funeral march. Get on with it!” I picked up the pace a bit. That seemed to please her. An asshole is tighter than a pussy, so it was a bit difficult to keep. The day of the test, I saw Meg pull out the sheet and I looked around the room to make sure no one had noticed. Horrors! Other students pulled out a sheet of paper. No, surely Meg wouldn’t do that to me. But, yes, she had. And everyone appeared to have a copy.My professor, Mr. Stevens is a foot taller than me at 6ft 4ins and I watched in trepidation as he walked around the test room that day.If he sees the 'cheat' sheet, I am in big trouble. I will be thrown out of college. What can I do. Which means he was playing in it and she was kneeling outside the wooden box and watched him digging and baking sandcake and stuff like that.I had a pretty good sight from my point of view, Mandy was very busty and attractive. That day she was wearing a strapless top that clung to her body like it was bodypainted.She doesn’t seem to see me and I decided to stay quiet and observe them for a while.Maybe it was her deep cleavage I could see from here or the fact, that her hubby wasn’t home for at.