"Of course, we always manage to be available for their parties, reunions, and Christmas cards each year." She laughed at that. We do what we have to d... to fund our universities, I guess. Junior colleges have always been the step-c***d of higher education so we don't always get the best for our schools."Would you like to see what I've been working on for Mrs. Wilkinson?" She asked. Mrs. Wilkinson was the favorite school supporter. Her husband was the mayor and president of the town's largest. “Yes sir, yes please fuck my little ass.” He wrapped his hand back over my mouth, which was good because as he rammed his ten inch cock up my dry tight shitter I screamed in pain and pleasure and spewed cum. He rammed his hard cock up me for almost ten minutes grunting and calling me his fuckpig, his little nasty whore. I felt his cum spew up my ass chute and came again screaming and moaning. He pulled out and spun me around. “Now lick it clean bitch, and don’t forget whose slut you are.” . Her areolas were about the size of a quarter with large puffy nipples that were perfect for licking, suckling, and rolling between my fingers. I quickly kissed each one then her lips before she closed the robe and walked upstairs.My room was deserted when I closed the door, but the bathroom was a mess with towels on the floor and basin. I rolled them up and threw them down the basement stairs where one of us would pick them up for the laundry, probably tomorrow. Yes, laundry was done even on. Akhir tha to woh bhi ek jawan ladka hi. Hum dono ko hi kuch hosh nahi tha ki achanak doorbell baj gayi. Dono ek pal ke liye ghabra gaye. Ek dusre ko dekha aur aankhein nichi kar li.Main uth ke darwaza kholne jaane lagi to mujhe rok ke Deepak khud gaya darwaza kholne. Darwaze par Kushal tha. Jo ki abhi office se lauta tha. Aate hi usne pucha, “Itni der kyu laga di darwaza kholne mein?” Par fir uski nazar mujhe par padi, ki main sofa par baithi hu aur mere bagal mein volini ki tube hai.Woh.