It was the loss of historical data that would be catastrophic. Just reconstructing the exam results of all presently enrolled students would be bad en...ugh (and quite possibly unfeasible with the time-restraints we were working under); having to type in data for the last thirty years would be a killer, but the College had to be able to look up results when students required certified copies of the transcripts, or when prospective employers did a check on applicants.While the tape-reader was. "Agggggggggggggggggg nnnnnnooooooo ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"He pressed the oil cone hand into her again. At the point where the resistance had been too great he took a gulp and pressed on. She screamed, making him cringe, but he still pressed on.The hand felt like it was tearing her apart. But at the last second, her flesh about to split she felt her rim grip over his knuckles."Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The sphincter was closing around his wrist, his fist inside her."Oooohhhhhh Goddddd!" It felt like she. " Greta undid my belt and pulled my trousers and pants off in one go. I stepped out of them–- I couldn't have done that with my shoes on–- and John Thomas, glistening in anticipation, rose slowly to the occasion.Greta knelt before me and her soft hands and wet warm mouth soon had JT at full strength. She continued sucking, stroking, squeezing, and bobbing her head up and down, for a few more moments.Eventually she pulled her mouth away from a proudly rampant John Thomas and looked up at me. "I. . yes... yes, ma'am," he sputtered aloud."Good boy," I smiled. I let the blouse fall back open, exposing my round tits and perky nipples once again. "Now, do you want to watch me play with myself?" He nodded eagerly."I'll play with myself on one condition," I explained. "I want you to take your cock out, and start stroking yourself."If you've never seen a man's face flood in fear, it's a sight to behold. The color drained from his face so fast that it was like someone had taken a remote and.