“You guys wanna go to a restaurant, maybe?”“Hi,” Cassandra walked up to the woman at the desk. “My friends and I are looking to talk to one ...f our professors. The girl in the blue hair wrote down the room number but she didn’t bring the paper with us.”“Oh, you must mean Mr Sapkowski,” the woman said with a grin. “I mean, Dr Sapkowksi.” The Dr ratcheted the concierge’s tone to a sexier tier. “He’s in 616.”“Oh, thank you so much!” Cassandra smiled. She turned away from the desk and threw away all. No big deal, after all it gave me some extra spending money.Then on my fifth time sitting for them I stayed all night which you can read about in my next Kay looked forward to my visits as much as Jon as an outlet for their simple pleasures, and I had no objections either because I loved the attention they gave me with my needs being paramount.We set-up another long weekend for a threesome get together without JJ. I got the call from Kay wanting me from Friday afternoon until Sunday, so she. "Martin Bernstein?" he asked, offering a hand, "I'm ColonelDysart. Nice to meet you. The Defense Department has authorized me toanswer all your questions about Project Normandy." We can talk in my study," Bernstein said, pointing the way. Phaedrawatched as they walked down the hall into the bookcase-filled room andclosed the door behind them. Then she tip-toed up to it and knelt tolisten."Since the Liberation," Dysart was saying, "A.I. has been a dirty word.Severe restrictions have been placed. How could I resist. After all, his wife was underneath me taking a good fucking. I began to suck away while continuing to pound away on Terri. We must have been such a sight. Pretty soon, I felt hands rubbing my ass and playing with my balls. Sandra had come into play with us. I was in heaven. With all of this going on, I lost my load inside of Terri. I guess Chris felt me giving it up and he blew his load down my throat. As I swallowed the last of Chris' nectar, I rolled off of Terri and.