Forty or fifty sadistic co-eds yelled for more. I was not prepared to do that. I walked out of the Sorority House never to dar...en its doors again. I held Amy’s hand. I also took with me the hairbrush. It was an incredibly heavy wooden thing. It had plainly been made mainly for hurting rather than tidying hair. I got the back of the Sorority hairbrush disinfected. I then found myself using the hairbrush to, err brush my hair. . The staffer retreated to the safety of her desk and to get a phone number for her boss to call.Despite her best efforts, the only additional information that she could convey was that "at his convenience, when next in Washington, he should stop by office 22385B in the Weaver Federal Office Building and ask for Harold."Jill was busy also, having a verbal skirmish with the publisher of her brother's books. Even her attorney could not get any more information about royalties from a book that. And certainly (unlike blowjobs) not very manly. But Jim's kiss was certainly NOT effeminate, as I had imagined. No, it was powerful, and sexy, and interesting ... and so very masculine. Feeling his rough face against mine, his tongue probing urgently and insistently into my mouth like a flexible little cock, dueling with my tongue, was not even the slightest bit feminine or tender. Not at all.It was more like his tongue was injecting pure testosterone into my willing mouth. Kissing like this. There was no need for me to say anything. I knew what he wanted. What weboth wanted.I lowered myself to the floor, my knees on the thick carpet. My fingersdeftly worked the buckle of his belt with a proficiency I didn't know Ihad. Like some secret superpower. The belt parted ends, and my fingersmoved on to the button keeping his pants closed.A moment later, I pulled down the front of his boxers, and was rewardedby the thick rod of man-meat that sprung free. It was bigger than I'dexpected, but.