" Well I'm excited," she volunteered, almost kicking her feet withgiddiness."Why are you so hyped?" I questioned. "It's almost my first televisedmatch...in half a year, my first one ever in this body." Oh I ain't talking about that," she clarified. "It's the European tourGirl. We get to stay in swanky hotels instead of that damn bus for achange," She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. "And I hopethat blouse fits good. Or them balloons of yours gonna pop a button whenthis plane takes. Enjoy it, I'm going to enjoy using every inch of ur body leaving you satisfied yet exhausted and lifeless." Thinking to myself, "wtf did I get myself into?" After repeated exchanges of each hand banging away at my pussi she grabs my hair n pulls me into the bed. "Get into the tub, I'll draw the water." I start taking my boot off n she yells..."NO, LEAVE IT ALL ON, UR TITS ARE OUT AND UR HOLES EXPOSED, I NEED NOTHING ELSE!" I apprehensively do as told. I ask, "boots too?" "WTF DID I JUST SAY. My parents tried hard to make a living on the farm, but with little success. Near the end of my senior year in High School, both of my parents passed away leaving me alone.I had a small savings that I had earned working for nearby farmers starting at the age of ten until the age of seventeen when I graduated High School.My entire savings were eaten up during my freshman year in college. And now I was facing my sophomore year with no money. I was desperate.Then my sheer luck I found an ad in an. Then it dawned on me.The silver fox was Dr. Russell T. Academia, the university's dean.I still had no idea who Gretchen was, but she had apparently just savedmy career.Through the all powerful weapon of pussy.She even pressed her luck. "Skippy, Sweetie. Why don't we go to yourplace now and you can put all that in writing before we 'getcomfortable.' Then Bobby can call me tomorrow morning, we can meetsomewhere and he can pick up the paperwork that lets him continue as astudent here."Skippy.