." hepressed against her a little tighter, and she smiled back. "I reallydon't need a special treat at the end of the evening in order to go homehappy... Anyway, what would Orson say?" He's gonna be too warn out by then to have anything to say, Iguarantee!" she squeezed back."I believe it!" The song ended and they pulled apart a littlereluctantly. It had been a fun exchange. She was just a little miffedthat he hadn't instantly accepted her offer instant - but she was prettysure he was. ”“Were they friendly with anyone?”“Only each other. They barely responded when anyone talked to them. We tried hard at first since they were not only ethnically closer to the problems we try to address but actually came from the Middle East. I’d had hopes when they first signed up that they’d give us some new perspectives to help with our cause.”“Well,” Whitaker said, standing up, “I guess that answers our questions then.”The professor just nodded, never getting up, still struggling with the. I put a surgical glove on my left hand, squirted a gob of lube on my fingers and started playing with his tight ass hole. As I fingered his ass with my left hand, my right fucked his pee hole with the needle, moving up and down slowly. As I found his prostate with my fingers I began manipulating it, he then complained of the sounding making him sore."Poor thing needs a kiss to make it all better," I giggled.I removed the needle and teased the head of his cock with my tongue. Working his. It wasalmost finished.I had stuck myself with the needle plenty of times while I was working. Mostly,I didn't draw blood, though. This time, I poked the needle up through thecanvas and stuck myself hard in the back of my left index finger. I felt the painand quickly put my finger in my mouth. The bitter taste was intense. Momnoticed the face I made."What is it? You look like you bit into something horrible." Its okay Mom, just the stuff Betty gave me." I don't understand." Oh its just this.