I could see her reach to touch me on the shoulder as if she wants to wake me up. then she backs out and says my name very very faintly. i never replie.... the rom was dark the only light in the room was from light from down the hall. she walked out and back in. same routine touching me to see if im awake. soon i began to make a low snoring sound. i could feel her touch me very lightly running her hand up and down my upper leg. she then reached in my already open zipper. eventually her whole hand. Cindy's only apparent concession to an unhealthy lifestyle--save for the drugs, alcohol and sex of course--was a small tummy bulge which hid her abdominal muscles. There was something maddeningly erotic about how that belly, topped with a piercing, gently curved upward from the beautiful symmetrical breasts, only to quickly sweep down to the barely concealed lips of her womanhood. Asking the butler to assist me, I rolled Cindy's body into the body bag and after zipping it closed, carried her to. She then squatted down and grabbed my cock with one hand and shoved it in her mouth. Her mouth was sooo warm and moist and you could tell she had done this many times before. She kept going for a couple minutes, her head bobbing up and down my cock. After a while I could tell I was going to explode and I said, Im CUMMMIIINNNGGG and I thought she would pull off. Instead she sucked my cock even harder until I shot the biggest load of my life in her mouth and she said, a lot better than jacking. ”“The money grubbing fool threw an ad out again and hooked some gullible fish.”“If it saves a life or two, I’m for it.”“It doesn’t work that way; more will end up dying with his teaching than without.”“Why do you say that?”“Their confidence will grow faster than their Skill.”Ah.“Talk to you after class, Jason.”Most of Kyle’s students only attended two hours of the four-hour class. Four of the twelve advanced students that attended Tuesday class, stayed with me for the full four hours. Only two.