Tart!”I fumbled with the pearl buttons high behind my neck and eventually the dress ended in a white heap around my feet. But my eyes never left the...darkening head which was now fully exposed, freed from his foreskin.“I suppose your knickers just fell off!” I tried belatedly to cover my short pubic triangle. Shit they were in Mike’s pocket!“Now the bra!”I threw it onto the bed.“Get my belt.”Shivering, I pulled it from his pants which were in a heap on the floor where Mike had dropped them. "I think..." Whew ... had me scared there for a minute." Mina interrupted ... on purpose."Scared?" Yeah ... I thought you might be the Rush supervisor for a Sorority ... if that was the case I was going to tell you I wasn't interested." Mina was being oh so incorrect.It was amazing. There had been this buzzing and humming of friendly academic conversation all over the Chancellors garden. A correct formal informal party. Not black tie but not baggies and Berks either.Although, over by the. I should describe Mr. Blackwell's office. It's a large room and as you stand in the doorway, his huge imposing desk is directly in front of you across the room. A bank of large windows are on the wall behind him with a view of the city. To the left is a closet and a private restroom. To the right is my smaller desk facing him with four four-drawer file cabinets next to my desk. Mr. Blackwell likes for me to be in the same room in case I'm needed for anything. There is a leather sofa on the wall. For Jamie is was a strange feeling having soft, rounded stumps playing with his balls instead of fingers but if she continued as she was he wasn’t going to last long. He looked down and enjoyed the visual of his beautiful young girlfriend sucking his cock, he loved the way her head bobbed up and down, the way her slim waist curved out to her hips which then curved into her firm, pert bum which currently had a butt plug tail sticking out and knowing her four limbs were currently shortened, was.