But the final night says formal dinner?’ ‘Yes, its posh frock time at seven-thirty. I show you off and you keep me safe until ten-thirty. That’... when I develop a shocking headache and have to leave for the evening.’ Well, I thought she was funny. I had read my itinerary and her version made my page full of times and comments sound far less interesting. We swapped notes for a while and I noticed that she had started to favor her left shoulder. When I asked her about it all she would say was. References had been checked and the original sources double checked for accuracy.This pass through the dissertation was at a less strenuous pace than the first pass. He had worked eighteen to twenty hours a day on the first draft. This draft, he had settled down to a twelve to fourteen hour a day pace. It was still hard on the mind and body.Now that he had finished the second draft, he felt the need for a major break, but there were things that had to be dealt with first. He pulled out his. She just managed to hold it together as Karl pumped his seed deep inside her. She felt its gush; felt its power as it filled her. He had just finished when another gush of seed shot against the back of her throat. Jerome too had cum. She remembered the two men getting her under the duvet and then slipping into the bed beside her and then she slipped into another world. She could feel hands holding her down; dark skinned, strong hands pressing her down and then she felt cocks. Huge cocks. Huge. Before I could put my pants back on, the door swung open again and under his arm was a fold up mattress."I wonder what that's for," I questioned to myself.In no time I would know exactly what he had in mind.He placed it on the floor and instructed me to lie down flat on it. I was so turned on and delighted that the experience wasn't over I gladly placed my naked body face down, ass up on the mattress. I had never properly had my ass fucked at this point in my life but was completely willing to.