And me. Come on, Dave. Get serious." We'll put a good lock on your door," he said with a smile.Vixen slumped back and sucked on her beer. She held the...cool bottle between her luscious breasts. "Doesn't the college have rules?"Dave shook his head. "Long as we don't cause trouble, they leave us alone. We're off campus you know?" I'll think about it," she said. "When do you have to know?" Soon as you can. By the way, how's your Spanish. That's all the cook and her boys speak. We get a lot of. He was gonna fuck her whether she wanted it or not he decided, besides it would put this tension between them to bed he thought. “Okay Mark, I’ll come down on my way out.” She hung up the phone and a few minutes later there was a tap on his door. He headed over to open it. “Come on in,” he beckoned. He watched her ass as she sashayed past him and into the room. He closed the door behind him and followed her to his desk. She dropped her coat and bag down onto the adjacent chair and slid her ass. A bowl of water set before her, he guided her head down until her mouth touched to the liquid, watching as she drank and raised back. An almost evil grin at his lips, he pressed her face back down to the bowl, holding her there until she finished as much as he wanted for her to drink. Letting that settle, he brought her around on all fours in front of his chair then sat back, still watching her as his feet lifted to rest against her back. Her face turning towards him in question, she felt the. ”“I’ll have the arrangements made and send your office the details.”We finished the call with another exchange of pleasantries and I jotted notes down on the tablet by his contact information.The next call was to Ford. I was surprised that they insisted on me calling them back personally.“Banister,” the gruff voice on the other end of the phone said after a short wait on hold.“Mr. Banister, this is Paul Taylor returning you call.”“Ah, Mr. Taylor, thank you for getting back to me this week.” His.