‘Stop. Please, stop.’ Slightly to his surprise she did. He waited, letting his breathing and heart slow as he slowly avoided the messy consequence... of her torture. Basic functions under control at last he felt himself pulse with the first frustration of fresh shrinking. Then her hand was there, and worse only a single layer of fabric resisted her. He was fully, unbearably, hard in an instant. His eyes flew wide to see her reaching inside the zipper she discreetly opened. Before he could protest. She knew that at least one of them was having sex with one of those very higher up males she was silently complaining about. She smiled to herself. That was okay. Her eyes searched down to locate both girls who enjoyed certain games they played with her in her office with the doors locked.She snorted. That was another thing. That not-to-be-named girl could discreetly spend the night at a certain male Professor's off campus apartment and no one would say a word. But let Rhonda or Daphne spend. Carol and I were sitting in my Lexus convertible with the roof down and the engine off, parked on the side of the street around the nearest corner. I lifted the car about three feet off the ground, and flew it silently around the corner and toward D-Cup.Where the angel had placed her, the trees obscured her view of our approach. It was also a still night and my car was silent. With its roof down, Carol's and my voices would be easily heard. At the right point I gave Carol's leg a squeeze, and. Suck on my hole." So she started to suck my asshole and I groaned and laid my head back against the back cushion of the sofa. "OOOOOH FUCK baby, you dirty whore. Fuck that's good!"I was going crazy from this and I had to fuck her. But I felt like being a dick about too. "Bend over the couch whore." I said as I got up and stood over her, looking down at her sternly. Then I pushed her so she was bent over the sofa and I got behind her and spit in my hand and worked the saliva all over my.