“Why should I release you from the cuffs?” he asked as he folded his arms across his wide chest. “You’re fucking hot, you’ve got me hot for ...ou and I really would like to touch you. Besides, I have no reason to run.” “I like you in the state you’re in, and that’s how you’ll stay. You got it, fucker?” “Yes sir.” I exhaled in defeat, yet rushed and secretly smiled from the way he had spoken to me. “Good.” He said firmly and pushed me to my knees before his precum drooling eight long by really. He held Cindy pretty stable so she could work on Pete's cock -- but that didn't last long, because Cindy started driving herself back at him and Pete, well, had to wait. The reason was clear; Ed announced it first, recognizing the situation from experience: "She's getting ready to cum! Man, that's quick!"He was right; Cindy got red in the face and went, "Oooh! Ahhh! Do it! Do it HAAARRD!! UH! UH! UH! UH!" Yep, that's a cum," Ed confirmed laconically. "She got off fast!" Yeah, well, excitement,. Sylvia solved it by suggesting we go to my dorm room for a beer. Mr. Swarthmore could see where Drew lived, what his environment was like, and get a better feel for Anthony. We agreed, and headed for the dorm. Sylvia went to get us drinks from the lounge while we guys went to my room. Out of habit I immediately stripped to my jockeys, Mr. Swarthmore looked puzzled. “It’s the uniform of the dorm. Guys wear underwear or go naked. It’s just the way it is.” I wasn’t sure he completely understood.. When she stops, she looks at me and tells me sorry she was to excite and needed a quickie. She sits up off the table and dances around again, bending over infront of me, showing off her ass and deep cleavage. After a couple songs she sit on the edge of the table before me, leaning in giving me a nice view of her deep cleavage. She starts rubbing my legs and slowly opens the towel exposing my now rock hard cock throbbing. She leans back licks her lips and in a sexy soft voice says; mmmmmm that.