Perfect. I love the way it opens you up. Your cunt is very beautiful. No, don’t stare at the floor, keep your eyes straight. Perfect. Now place your...glass between your thighs. I want the rim just touching you… that’s it.” Swallowing, I knelt there, the rim of the glass touching the lower edge of my pussy, feeling vulnerable, fearing what would happen next, aware that my juices were running slowly down the inside of the glass. “Now, listen very carefully Shannon. You are going to stay perfectly. Her body went through a series of violent shakes before she collapsed back on the table.“Eww! That’s … that’s …”“You want your Christmas party cut short?” she fired back.“Excusez-moi, excusez-moi!”“Hahaha! What now, Mister?”“This is it! I have waited enough. You need to choose – either you suck me, or I fuck you.”“Look at you Dob, talking dirty with the librarian.”“Answer me,” he demanded while taking his pants off.“Ooooo! Look at that tortured dick! Listen Dob, I’ll torture you some more. You. I tentatively reached out and squeezed them. Mom sighed. I began to rub the nipples and noticed them getting harder. Mom moaned and said I could suck them if I wanted. I did. I leaned over and took a nipple in my mouth and began sucking like I was a baby with my eyes closed, while fondling the other one. I opened my eyes and saw that moms robe had opened in her lap and there was a tuft of red pubic hair peeking out. I stopped sucking and looked at it. Mom looked at what I was staring. Bell's final wasn't hard either. I was certain I aced the final. I was confident that I stood a good chance at having straight A's for the first time in college.The leadership group met at our apartment Wednesday evening. Damian and Trevor supplied everyone with beers. Trevor, Damian and I discussed our expectations for the summer. We wanted each member of the group to keep in touch with their charges, see that they continued their training, and that they knew the playbook by heart before.