He pushed his hips forward pressing the tip of his penis into her mouth. She held it there, the soft skin resting on her tongue. Then the shaft slid f...rward until the tip pressed against the back of her throat, his slick pre cum leaking down her esophagus. As she came, the cock spurted too, filling her mouth as her body convulsed. She swallowed reflexively but semen slid past her lips and down her chin. I sustained the orgasm for nearly a minute, her body wracked by waves of pleasure but her. Fogg's bedchamber, both beating the same second at the same instant. "That's good, that'll do," said Passepartout to himself.He suddenly observed, hung over the clock, a card which, upon inspection, proved to be a programme of the daily routine of the house. It comprised all that was required of the servant, from eight in the morning, exactly at which hour Phileas Fogg rose, till half-past eleven, when he left the house for the Reform Club-all the details of service, the tea and toast at. The floor was laid out just like her own, so she knew exactly where she was headed and planned her path accordingly. The bathroom would have the same layout as that on the girls' floor. It was a big tiled room with a wall splitting it in half. That center wall had sinks and mirrors on both sides and on the left side were stalls for toilets - and, she presumed, the boys' would have urinals.On the right side of the bathroom were the showers. There were six shower stalls in a row against the wall. Chapter 1: Peeping TomRodney was your average college freshmen, or perhaps more specifically your average college freshmen nerd. Graduating at the top of his class in high school, his strong application and chess club credentials had let him write his way into the top ivy leagues. He had great ambitions coming to college, plenty for his academics but even more for his social life. He would finally be, ?a college man,? as his father used to say. With an Ivy League pedigree he had expected women.