I said, "Hurry up and shove it up your cunt, Mom." She ignored me and pushed her dildoe in a few inches. "I want to see you take it to the balls." She...shoved in further and moaned. "Come on, all the way this time. Mash those rubber balls into your fat cunt lips."She did just that and groaned loudly. I urged her to press the dick in harder and she did. Before long, she took her directions from me and seemed to enjoy following my lead. I rummaged in her toy box and brought out a thinner model. I. I bought a drink and took my seat at a table just behind a big party who had commandeered four tables and put them together. I had an okay view of the stage and did not stand out as Johnny-No-Mates on his own. Fifteen minutes before the show was due to start I saw a couple coming through the crowd on the dance floor scanning around for spare seats. The woman was a bit younger than me, late-forties, blond, slim, attractive but wearing a harried expression.“I told you we should have left home. But at the same time I can sense that she really wants to talk with you- she spends more time with us than she needs to, and as she talks to you she moves closer, bit by bit. Her eyes remain fixed on you, especially your tits. By the time she leaves, she reaches out and somewhat awkwardly touches your arm, saying she hopes we have a nice stay. Both of us watch her walk away, with a smile. As we head back to the room for another feeding session- your tits have been swelling for the past four. But because of our looks, our classmates, almost exclusively boys, plus our professors and TAs, had treated us as airheads. Worse, many of them, including some of the profs, tried groping us. But they only tried once. Each. Unfortunately, there were a lot of them.We made a pact that we would have each other’s backs, always, and that we would make these assholes look stupid. We outworked, out-studied, and out-thought all of them – including the professors. We competed, neck-and-neck for top of.