He dropped out of sight again, then rose slowly.Push ups. Liar, obviously push ups didn't count as exercise. No wonder he has a torso that looked like...the better models in GQ magazine.I counted Maxie's shoulders rise and fall another sixteen times before he got up, slapping salt-sweat from his arms. He was wearing boxers and nothing else. His fabulously sexy upper body heaved with the effort of his laboured breathing. Maxie had big thighs, taut with muscle and sinew, and his tight boxer-briefs. "So that's why it's not been cleared with your ethics committee?" It doesn't need to be at this stage. It would only be cleared, if there were significant work involved and a doctoral thesis might result. So far, it's just some postgraduate exploration. It may come to nothing. It only involves one member of the department working on her own initiative. I took the decision that there was little value in clearing it. I allocated some limited funding on my own authority."I'm more than. He started to push it past the ring when she instinctively clamped down. His fingers wiggling in her pussy relaxed her enough for him to push past the opening and deep into her ass. She started to object, but when the fingers in her pussy met the finger in her ass, her world exploded. Her moans turned into a guttural growl. He rubbed the wall between her ass and her pussy as she tried to move her ass from side to side. Her desire was on overload and she needed to cum. She pulled at her. Emma thought she would take a chance to see if he was in or not. She took a deep breath with her eyes closed and collected herself then she looked over her appearance and when she was satisfied she knocked lightly on the door then she heard, “Come…. Cruz you better have my coffee this time?”Emma smiled as she opened the door trying to make a good impression as she stepped into Captain Tom Wilkinson’s office. Tom had not noticed her as he was intent on what he was reading so Emma quickly closed.