I said, "I would be there in an hour."In an hour I was sitting down in front of Mrs. Shirley Short, the Human Resources rep. Mrs. Short questioned me ...or another hour as I filled out the application. The HR rep took all the paperwork plus my Marine paperwork I had brought to copy it. Mrs. Short gave me the grand tour. One thousand students at what was one time an all girl liberal arts college age eighteen and up. Plus, there were another 200 student that commuted. The dorms weren't coed but. He following story is created for a very, inspiring, lets say, friend.. It does build up to a very rewarding ending, I just wanted to build up some tension before that, trying to describe a few of the many things that'd be going through my head in this scenario :) I do hope you enjoy it and get at least half as horny as I've gotten writing and thinking about it, over and over again >. “Yes, miss,” she whispered.Her pussy began to drip, then run, forming a small puddle underneath her on the table. Then it gushed, becoming a firm, strong, yellow stream. I dove, hungrily, between her legs again, feeling the warm, tart liquid in my lips and chin, before I collected it in my mouth. I swallowed a few gulps, enjoying the taste, thinking of how it was mostly from the piss she had drunken earlier, when both Dani and myself emptied our bladders in the piss-whore’s. On the floor above, the door to his office was open, which was lucky, because she was carrying a very large stack of papers.“Can I enter, sir?”“Yes, please...”He must have been waiting for her, because he was right by the door, and as he closed it, he put his other hand on her behind. She almost jumped. Then both his large hands was on her butt. She was still holding a rickety stack of important papers for the German contract. Dropping them on the floor would not be good, it would take her a.