The game was over, the penalty was paid, and the sun was now peeking over the horizon. I congratulated Rachel on her overwhelming victory, and went t... extract my car keys from my own backpack when something made me pause. Rachel didn't look like she was finished. Not just yet anyway. There seemed to be something on the edge of her tongue, bursting to get out. After a few seconds of impasse, I simply asked, "What is it?" "I... umm... I have a... proposition," Rachel said. Her voice was. All of it was made worse, because she was responding to my desires and I had no clue how to react myself. She reached up and grasped my wig. I took her wrist into my hand, stopping her, but her smile whelmed me. We stood in a deadlock, looking at one another. I wasn’t sure I was ready for her to reatvishae who I was.“No more games, Nisha,” she said. I guess it was foolish of me to be so confident in my disguise. She recognized me. Was it my voice? I felt my cheeks flush warm and knew they were. "Hello Jane... Who's the girl?" she asked."Uh... Nikki. I mean, Ms Reilly. She's my sister Emily..." Jane began.The girl... Nikki, stared at Emily. "Drow" she said, again in a coldvoice. Emily felt as if her gaze was piercing her. "How many more is Jobegoing to pump out?" Uhm... Ma'am... I don't know what bothers you..." Emily began, but MsReilly cut her off."Oh, nothing. Doesn't matter. I hope you have a pleasant experiencehere."She then started walking towards Shuster Hall again.Emily was. I demurred. He wrestled me down and forced my legs apart. My playful fight was valiant until his tongue hit its mark. It felt so good at first and then got even better. This man was a musician and my pussy was his instrument. I pushed all ten fingers into his hair to keep him there. Soon he had me singing an aria.When my song ended he began pushing his tongue into me. I closed my eyes and relaxed with the vision of his stiff cock hanging like a spring between his legs. I wanted it in me as much.