‘I need to get up.’ My smile falls, as I push off of the bed to stand up. I study her face as I back up to let her pass. Shawna is alternately loo...ing at me, then the floor and then my bedroom door. ‘Your bathroom?’ ‘Door’s open.’ Shawna swoops down to get her clothes as she passes them. I watch her pale ass wiggle out of my room and plop down on my bed, sitting and staring at the door she just passed through. I hear water running, and I want to go into the bathroom and drag her back by her. To my chagrin, the couples which had stood together for the original quick intro, were separated into singles at the table, an oft-experienced phenomenon of dinner parties which I had hoped would be otherwise on this occasion. I found myself sat between host Gwendoline on one side and some fat tart who had come with this flash American math professor, over here on exchange from Yale. He was positioned opposite us next to Terry, with a ginger-haired long-faced Doctor of Divinity on her other. "Tom?" I asked, fearing this was a dream, that I had woken up and stood there in the bar with thousands of people around me with my cock in full view. But luckily all I saw was that God Tom Welling. He yanked me off the counter which made me cry out in surprise. "Now you go down on your favorite bartender." he whispered as he stood there. "But I've only known you since today." I said. "And yet here we are, I'm sucking your delicious big cock, in case you didn't know, we are the same size. Come. Larson glanced at her assignment book and announced to the class, ‘Everyone open up your texts to page 135 and read chapter six, I have to go to the office for a few minutes, but I shouldn’t be too long!’ She entered the Principal Solon’s office and said to his secretary, ‘Hi Georgia, I just received a note form Mr. Solon and he wants to see me right away, is he available!?!’ A slight smirk spread over the secretary’s face as she replied, ‘Just a second, Mrs. Larson, and I’ll find out!!!’ ‘Go.