"Afraid you might be my Raven Nox?" Lucy teased me. "You have to have asuitable french maid's name."On the day of the race I found I was struggling, ...robably due to thecigarettes I had been smoking and I was shocked when I finished to seeLucy had not only finished in front of me but put on her tracksuit."The most macho of the boys on campus is going to becoming one of thegirls tonight," Lucy teased.I was crestfallen. I had never been beaten by a woman I knew before.I knew that I had to honour. Reaching down, I unzipped and lifted my cock out, my heart pounding with excitement. His cool fingers found it and closed around it. He gave a little intake of breath and leaned across to tell me it was a big one. It's actually not particularly long, but it's thicker than most. He moved back into his seat and began to slowly massage my cock, occasionally reaching into my pants to cup my balls. He kept it up for about thirty or forty minutes, alternating between fondling my knob, feeling my. "Thanks Dean. I mean, for everything you did tonight," she said, looking directly into my eyes."No problem. And congratulations again on winning," I said."Yea, thanks," she said. There was an awkward moment of silence and then she leaned in slowly and gave me a kiss on the cheek. This wasn't the usual Hollywood greeting kiss; There was a certain warmth in it. Feeling her warm breath on my cheek, impulse took over and I turned her head slightly, kissing her softly on her beautiful lips. I only. On the negative side she was married. She and her husband owned the agency, which I learned had only 5 sales people all female, all very attractive. However, they probably did quite well as the agency concentrated only on the high-end houses. She drove me around town in the biggest Mercedes I had ever seen. She always looked so coolly business-like in her well-tailored pants suits carrying her little briefcase. Her black hair shone and her blue eyes constantly assessed me—the mark of a good.