After his meeting this morning he decided he would look up Marvin Hudson and see how his summer was going and see how his "quarterback" experiment had...matured in the Petrie dish.The "travel office" was in a building adjacent to the administration building where the sports offices were. It was an office getting more and more use since NEAT had went Division One with football. Maris DelAire led the department but once travel turned into a more demanding part of the operation of Division One. A student stops me in the hallway to ask about a make-up test. I tear a piece off the grocery list in my purse and write her a pass for third period. I remind her that she was supposed to make it up two weeks ago, so she must remember today. I pass a student that has been in my class for three years. ‘Nice shirt,’ I say. It’s a Metallica shirt. ‘Thanks, Miss Davenport. You have awesome taste in music,’ he replies. ‘I know,’ I call back to him over my shoulder. BANG! I jump, not knowing what. If anything, her passion escalated to a height that actually frightened me a bit and concerned me into wondering what was going on with my lovely girlfriend. I wondered if she needed more focus in her life in order to really be happy. I mean, I've always had a high sex drive, but lately, Carla had been positively ravenous, to the point that she seemed to be neglecting all else in her life. I confess a part of me found this incredibly erotic and thrilling, while another part of me really began. A rope pressed hard between her cunt lips and against her clit, and she had just enough movement to rub along it, which made the hook in her arse move. She was wriggling, trying desperately to fuck herself until she came. Her legs buckled, but she managed to turn her fall into a controlled collapse so she ended up sprawled but unhurt on the bathroom floor, heart hammering in her chest, pussy creaming and nipples tight. Oh, Jesus, what the fuck? *What the actual fuck?* She crawled to the bath,.