I noticed this dude in the corner watching her, waiting for the right song to grab her, about six feet with jet black skin,and a shaved head,it looked...like he had a tube of cookie dough in his pants. As soon as he approached her and pulled her close to dance, I knew I needed to convince this guy to follow us home as her surprise. It was easy to do seeing that their dirty dancing and her ass grinding for over four full songs turned him into a man on a mission to fuck her till one of them passed. I'd be available for sex before and after classes on days when I must attend school. I would be available all day on those days when I'm not in class. Would that be a problem?"Dave frowned. Bambi was the first woman he'd interviewed who had any education beyond high school. A few hadn't even gotten through high school.He asked, "Are you sure you want to do something like this?" I want to get my degree. I'm broke and can't afford to pay for another class. I can't afford to live in my apartment. (It did not occur to me to take the skirt off to get down the stairs, thank the supreme being once again.) I was however, beginning to suspect that the fit of the skirt and blouse like the fit of the chastity was no accident, that my 'uniform' as my wife had called it was also custom made (so I'm a bit slow on the uptake sometimes). After what seemed like an hour but was actually only minutes I reached the bottom of the stairs and almost fell again. It did not dawn on me that thick pile,. 'Fuck.' I whispered. She giggled naughtily as she took my entire length into her hot, mature mouth. She bobbed her head up and down quickly, making me groan so much. Every so often she'd stop sucking and tease the tip for a minute, or she'd stroke my dick a few times before diving back onto it. It was only a few minutes before I felt my balls tightening, ready for release. 'So where do you want me to cum, boss?' I asked her. She stopped sucking and grinned; she stood up and sat back onto the.