"You know I'll do anything for you, Jason. Just name it." Good. As you know, Dean Malcomb's wife died about a year ago. He has been very depressed eve... since. I want you to go to Dean Malcomb's office at about four thirty and give yourself to him. You have a great little body, and I am sure he will really appreciate your gifts. And one other thing, before you go see Dean Malcomb, get rid of that strip of fur on your pussy!" Alright Jason, if that's what you want me to do. I'll try to give Dean. When she turned it off, silence fell over the room. She stood and listened for a moment then said, “All right.”Once they were back at street level, she said, “So, we never saw or heard a sign of another person the whole time we were there. Nobody came up to see if we needed anything or were up to no good. If anybody was patrolling the halls, they weren’t listening very closely. There was no obvious security of any sort.”Simon frowned. “What do you think that means?”Svetlana shook her head. “If. Doug had come by where I stood with Crystal and Megan and we chatted again. He was a graduating senior and about as hunky and studly as they come. Crystal was a junior, and Megan a sophomore, and they looked gorgeous – right out of Penthouse magazine, but with clothes on. All the girls at the prom looked gorgeous but our girls topped the scales. They made my tongue hard for teenage pussy.Joan and one of the teachers named Mark Granger she’d met a year ago danced together in the middle of the. Problem solved. We walked back to the padded sawhorse and I assumed the same position I was in before, ankles and wrists secured, ass open for business. “NO MATTER WHAT, YOU DO NOT CUM UNTIL I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO DO SO, UNDERSTAND? IF YOU DO, YOU WILL SEVERLY PUNISHED.” Yes Goddess, I won’t cum until you allow me to do so. “VERY WELL, LET US CONTINUE THEN.” She grabs a jar of clear viscous fluid, scoops some up with her right hand and begins applying a thick layer around and in my ass. She.