”“If I ever utter the words ‘I think I might want to go to law school’ you have my permission to have me committed to the nearest asylum!”�...We already live in Rickenbacker Dorm at Taft! And I’m going to be an RA!”“So the inmates are running the asylum?”“I’d say!”Great and Holy Tuesday, May 3, 1983, McKinley, Ohio“Just one more lab for the semester!” Fran declared as we left the lab.“And then next semester, we LIVE in the lab,” Sandy laughed. “I guess you guys are going to live in the patient. That week, my café served sexless men from four townships. Every day I was there, I flowed a river of cum and I was dipped in white sugar from head to toe as each man used my café for their needs and contributed their cum of satisfaction as their thank you.I had men sliding their dick in my hair until they came, fucking my red-polished toes, fucking my arm pits and of course between my tits. If they couldn't wait for the main course they filled up on the appetizers of my body. Oh God! I sucked. . Tim nodded to Mrs. Grayson and swiftly the trusted secretary reached toward the hidden zipper of her employer's fly. The soft sound of its descent rose from beneath the desk, as Tim swung his chair around sideways. Easily, Mrs. Grayson's deft fingers reached in and clasped the thickly swollen mass of Tim's cock. Only his features reflected the emotion he felt as her fingers began a slow up and down movement on the nakedly exposed flesh of his erect cock."Yes... uh huh... uh huh..." he kept on. They then polished off a bottle of champagne...whereupon Joani (her real name?) excused herself and left the living room. She was back in a flash dressed only in a black g-string, black nylons, black high heels and a pair of leg garters that boldly read: "WHORE."Joani had smiled and sat down beside him, placing her right hand on his inner thigh. In a husky voice, Joani said, "I want you to tie me up by my wrists to a ceiling hook and then tickle me with my feather whip/tickler. Then gently run.