I had butterflies in my stomach as we headed for our session on the third day.Vennila and I decided that whatever those people did was working out wel... for us. So we should just continue till such time we achieve the best results.The same bob cut girl as the first day greeted us. Right away, she took us to the beauty parlor side. “Today, you can both have makeovers. If you look attractive, then your partner will like to be more intimate with you,” she said. First, she came to me and suggested. " I'm in second year Arts," she said, still with that smile and unwavering eye contact.They talked for some time before realizing it was late and time to move on. Brent awkwardly asked for her phone number and was given the number of her dorm payphone with the assurance that someone would let her know he had called. He gave her his apartment phone number, telling her that he shared it with two other students, so just leave a number or a message. Somehow, he'd get it.Brent phoned her the next. I knew of about three people who may be able to tap it without setting up shop in a cell tower and waiting for me to route a call through it. Dillon would never consider it, not my phone anyway, Jesus Escobar-Ortiz was behind bars and Paul was my partner. Okay, that didn't make him one hundred percent safe but I doubt if Rod would ask him for fear he might tell me. Bob's number began ringing. I didn't expect him to answer since he was in class, but I knew he kept the phone in his desk drawer. Jen let out a small sigh and a few moans of pleasure before going back to work. The next setting change didn't come for about another 20 minutes or so when Jen was filling a drink cooler she felt the vibrations get stronger and heard a giggle a little ways away. She tried not to moan as she felt an orgasm building. About 15 minutes later she couldn't help it, she snuck into the employee bathroom and let herself go crazy with pleasure in the stall. She began cumming hard making the panties.