An attempt to boost her confidence a bit. Suzette parked behind her old dorm, got out and walked over to the basement stairs. She was not even sure th...t they would be working, but surely some of the exchange-students would still be there, so she guessed that they would be. She had just put her hand on the railing to the stairs, when the door opened at the bottom landing. It WAS one of the caretakers. She had been living there for 3 semesters, yet she didn´t know his name. He was old, at least. "I told you I would think about it!! Why are you pushing me??" she is almost screaming. "Wait a sec I am not pushing anything." I try to defending myself. "I told you, you could stay while you were looking for something or waiting for your apartment to be fixed. It's your choice. But in the mean time I needed to get it cleared out anyway if you decide not to take it I will rent it. It's about time I did something with it. In the mean time I was thinking you would be more comfortable with your. .." He raised his eyebrows. "Don't worry, Carlos, nothing compromising. But I think we have on board the material to build a kind of pavilion shelter at our meetingplace. All we need is a dozen or so solid rods about three meters long, and I know we can put those together out of spare supports for our on-board beds and furniture, plus about a hundred square meters of fabric—half for a ground covering, half for a roof—for which we can use the bolts we have for emergency purposes. It'll be wide. "Yes sir" is the immediate response. The Master guides the slaves anticipating mouth down onto his cock and feels the warm tongue and throat take him deeper then the slave has done previously. The bois vigor and devotion to his task soon has the Master rock hard and redirecting the slaves attention to his smooth sack as he takes his cock in hand to bring himself to the edge. Pushing the slaves head back the Master commands "Open your mouth and show me your tongue". Keeping his eyes fixated on.