Ben stood awkwardly behind his desk with his hands in his pockets, Izzy held her books in front of her, now they were alone she couldn’t look at him... she glanced at the desk and instantly went bright red and half turned away. ‘Izz, er, are you ok?’ ‘Fine, I’m Fine,’ ‘Fine. The word that means nothing…’ ‘.. but says everything,’ Izzy finished for him. She finally looked him in the eye, those deep green eyes. Ben walked round the desk purposefully and took Izzy’s face in his hands and kissed. She had done it for others, but never actually enjoyed it with those guys. At times she found herself getting annoyed or angry with them for "making" her sit there bobbing up and down on their "thing". All she was doing then was hoping it would just get over with.But no, no, not with him. She honestly found herself in desperate need to fuck him in her mouth. Like now, when she couldn't shake the need and found her mouth and pussy getting wetter with every thought of it. What else could she do,. She moaned and wanted me to take of her thong. I told her that we in no rush. I spread her legs and kissed her cunt gently. And then with my tongue. Slow and heavy strokes. She was so wet and very quickly my face was totally wet. I was crazy – All this time my Dick brain accused me of abusing it for not pushing hard into her warm shaved juicy cunt and spill all my creamy cum in her. But I've struggled with myself and prevailed. I knew she wanted to fuck but I also knew that I have one chance. . “And what “ I asked. He said “ some diff type of girls there “ he said.I poured my second peg and asked if he wanted one and he said later. I asked him what time food will be served and he said around 900 to 9 30pm, it was 7 30 now. “ you want watch a movie of the diff type of girls?” he said SURE. I showed him a small shemale video. He asked ‘you have more ?’. I put on a folder with my CD pics and a video clip of me in CD doing a little dance. He was watching pics and looking up occasionally.