No way!“I’m not a fucking factory, ladies,” I called out. “That pose just happened to be right. I can’t manufacture those one after another....Believe me, I’ve got nothing against seeing each and every one of you naked in my studio, but I can’t do any more tonight. I haven’t even had a glass of wine yet.”There were generally disappointed noises, but someone handed me a glass of wine and Bree said, “How about a fun little slumber party game before poor worn out Tony has to go to bed?”My sense of. My anger still not under my control I replied to him saying, “you asshole..you didn’t do that… this itself proves that you just treating her like a whore”. Then few more dialogs…my darlo started to cry saying, “it’s all my fault, I am a whore as you said…I must have not touched any other man other than my hubby” she started to pour like hell… Its well-known that every man’s sympathy towards woman decreases when she pours from down but man’s sympathy rises when she pours from up. We both started. In reality, I knew about the Bubble, but I hadn’t known about HPER’s weight room. Since I’d been to UT so many times, I had skipped the campus tour during Freshman Orientation. In retrospect, that had probably been a mistake. “Hold on,” I said, “how d’you know all this, Drew?”“I just know it, I guess,” he said. “I’ve got a couple of friends who play football here, though. And I’ve seen the weight rooms on recruiting visits.”“Recruiting visits?” I asked as we all trooped, ant-like, toward the. If they should ask what we did an excuse was always made that both agreed upon. Help him “move” something; borrow a ladder, etc.After the first, and both of us fully drained, I could not wait to have my cock sucked or sucking him again and again. Although he was only average in length and girth, it was still a very nice cock. With COVID we barely had a perfect opportunity to satisfy each other. But last night was so perfect.Shortly after dinner we had agreed via regular text (since his wife can.