"Are you sure you want to?" Stacey asked breaking Jessica from her wicked stare and day dreams of herself nude in the oven, "Sure why not?" Jessica re...lied with a wink, "Well after that accident last christmas and the barbeque whoopsy on the 4th of July, I would think you would not want to play out that little game anymore?" Stacey replied, "Come on, it was just a little heating problem and the 4th of July Barbeque was just some hot air" Jessica replied with a laugh, "Just a little heating. ," then I proceed to tell them all about my life, my foster parents, Mom and Pop, their home, the little town in the middle of Iowa, my teen years and my problems, my shyness, and the way I looked for and found my sexuality. I talked about Italy, my master's degree in modern Latin languages, and how I'm a professor of literature at Northeastern University in Boston. I stopped to take a sip of tea, and when I looked around, I saw it was already evening since it was almost dark outside.I excused. "Well Ms. Dorothy Gale I guess then you will never return to Oz".Her hunger for returning to OZ was to much to quench with just seeing it again but she needed to be there again. She stepped up and got closer to the Professor and kneed down in front of him. She reached her hand up and grabbed onto the thick cock. Her fingers barely able to wrapped around it she held it up and leaned in and licked the tip. The Professor moaned as he wet tongue licked around the tip then slide up and down between. I'm not afraid.." "Joe, I'm a slave, okay, I let everyone fuck me, and I have to do whatever they say.." "Whatever they say?" "Joe, I let them pee on me, and I drink it, Joe..." "Oh, you are the wild girl, eh? Like some orgy with the Medici's, Sylvia, I don't care. I feel so lucky to be alive. HAH! HAH! " He slapped my breasts, just hard enough. "An old man like me at an orgy? Who gets to do that? Nobody. Sylvia, let me ask you this question?" "Anything, Joe..." "Do you want this old man to.