She had offered, so many times she had offered, lain at night thinking of him watching, fingers fast and sticky, thoughts racing, hips bucking, imagin...ng, pretending, laying spent, wishing he would agree, thankful he did not.He sent her books, she read them. He sent her clothes, she wore them. He sent her the box, she opened it. What lay inside was a hand written note, her task. Beneath the note, wrapped and ready lay the belt, the dildo, the lube and the timer.She knelt, careful to do so. .. my mistake. You've been assigned to Mr. Jones' class. He's offsick today I'm afraid. Go straight down the hall and turn left. Oh... andyoung lady, I'd sort your uniform out if I were you... that really isn'tacceptable." Malcolm sneered as he walked away. How dare this stupid bitch tell himwhat to do? He'd always thought that Doreen was an interfering fat cow.He'd show her. Giggling he deliberately hiked his skirt up an inch. Noweveryone could see his smooth white ass and even the. D., Professor of Genetics at Humboldt State University, was groaning while going over the papers his junior class students had returned. The topic was an exciting one, or so he had thought. "Pick a Nobel Price Winner and describe her/his impact on modern Biology!" Half the class had – predictably – picked Kary Mullis and the Polymerase Chain Reaction. Of those, not even twenty percent had a true understanding of Mullis' work. The other half of the essays, if you wanted to call them assays,. “All three of us?” she replied hopefully. I was a little disappointed, but it was a chance to prove myself.“Why not?” ——We decided on going to her place. As soon as we were in the door, we both had her pinned against the wall, our lips on whatever part of her we could touch. Her mouth, her collar bone, her neck – we didn’t want to leave any part of her untouched. She was moaning softly, and I don’t know about Harry, but it was driving me crazy.“Guys, let’s take this to the bedroom,” she.