"My name is Jennifer," she said, extending a hand."I'm Garrett," I replied. Her skin was soft, her scent captivating. I reluctantly pulled my now swea...y hand back.What's going on here? This couldn't be happening to me! I'm not a singer, I don't play rock-n-roll, I don't wear spandex and have long hair. I'm a trumpet player in a jazz quartet, not the lead guitarist for Metallica!"Would you mind walking me to my car? I mean, if you're ready to go, I'd appreciate it. The parking lot isn't very. His friends look on in awe of just how obedient i am and the lengths I am willing to go to serve my daddy. I open my mouth and press my tongue just under the tip of his cock ready to receive my daddy's hot stream. He puts his hand on the back of my head, wrapping my hair around his hand, pushes himself into my open throat and lets go of his sweet hot juices. I guzzle down each and every drop then once he's finished I lap up every drop and dribble being careful not to miss anything.I look around. “Go figure,” she said as we relaxed with drinks in the bar after dinner.“What?” I asked.“I’m in California with the ONE GUY on the planet I can’t take back to my room!” she laughed.“Sorry,” I chuckled. “I will let you expense batteries if you need to!”“Now that’s just cold,” Charlie groaned. “But I don’t think asking you for an exception to your rules is a good idea for either of us.”“No, it’s not. We don’t talk a lot these days. How are things going?”“Good. I’m seeing a couple of guys. Nothing. I gave my name to the official sitting there, with my trustee piece of paper ready just in case, he did give me a long look, checked his list of names, after spotting mine, looked back up at me, shrugged and moved onto the next cadet waiting.One of the other cadets waiting spotted me moving away from the desk. “Hey Kid,” he called, “what are you doing fighting with us?”Not wanting to get into it with him I just shrugged and turned to move away.“Well don’t think any of us will go easy on you,.