Despitethat, what he was doing then felt really nice, and I didn't ask him tostop.I denied his request, though, shaking my head. I apologized, but exp...ainedthat Randy was home. Roger complained, saying that Randy was busy in hisbedroom. But I told him that I really wasn't in the mood for that kind ofplay right now."OK, then you owe me something else. Tell me a secret. About you. Tell meabout the other weakness that the prophet was alluding to when he told meto get you to tell me yourself." I'd. I started to work it tip between her lips, only for her to take it away from me.“Lay next to me and wait your turn” she purred, rolling over to face me and clamping my cock between her knees, in one movement.“my story?”“ok, how about, I come home, shout up stairs before taking a shower…” I start pushing my cock back and forward, fucking that that tight grip continued my story for a bit as she reached round behind herself and began to work her toy in her pussy. She watched me smiling, judging. I looked over the incident reports for the last five days. There were less than three dozen, all minor. Then I spent the next three hours going over e-mails and responding to them.The athletic department was finally getting back to me with a list of the on the road sports events they wanted us to provide security on. It had been so long that I had thought that they had changed their minds. They did not include a list of the transportation companies involved. They wanted security on the trips. He'd pistol his finger and thumb at me, wink, and say, “Score a girlfriend, right, fella.”I didn't want just gratitude from the highly fuckable Naomi. I wanted her impaled on my cock and loving it. I wanted her squealing for me to fuck her brainless. I wanted her cumming like she hadn't been fucked properly for a year.One Sunday afternoon in my room she pleaded for my help with an assignment. I didn't take much notice. So she sweetened the deal by decorating my floor with her wispy designer.