Corrina had been linkedwith the son of the owner of the local mattress factory, butshe was saying that she had met a young professor from the lo-cal c...mmunity college, and was ready to give up on schoolboysfor good. Glumly, she walked back to her locker to dry off. Time waswhen she would have had a great time laughing and joking withCorrina and Zenobia, but they moved in wider circles now, pro-pelled by the astounding growth in their tits. Gently Ash-ley patted her own 32-AA's dry, but was. Investigation." Jo is looking at me with a quizzical expression.Blast! What have I said? It's best practice in psychological research to be discreet with your subjects about the questions you are really interested in. It's supposed to help them give honest answers. The Inward Bound people are my "sample" and I have let the cat out of the bag. Blast! Blast! I try to recover the situation:"No, No. This is very different. Nothing like everyday life. You couldn't compare this with people's normal. I could feel his hot semen flowing into my bowels. His humping had not slowed and at that moment I felt an intense orgasm starting to build up…I had lost count of the numbers of orgasms I had experienced tonight in the hands of those bastard black men. I was different. Suddenly I felt like more of a whore than I had ever wanted to be. It was delicious. I realized that I was bucking wildly against his dick; I was yelling for him to fuck me.Then it finally happened: my arms gave away and my face. Now, Dr Harris did this too but he was an old guy so being in my boxers with him was never an issue but this was different. Off came the shoes and socks and I must admit I was fumbling with the button of my jeans and zipper, I think she could see my hands shaking. I stood there in front of her in just my boxer shorts, so glad that I had put on a clean pair. I stepped on the scales, weight seemed OK but she did say I could do with losing a little. As she sat asking me more meaningless questions.