“Um,” I stammered, “I’m sorry again for assuming you were the secretary. That was dumb, and I don’t usually…”“Isn’t there something ...etter you can do with your tongue than apologize?”I stopped talking, startled by her bluntness. It took me a moment to realize she was trying to do me a favor by telling me what she wanted. She smiled when she saw me figure it out.I sat down on the couch and kissed her. She responded with the same heat I’d felt when we kissed earlier. When I ran a hand over her. She moved her chair next to mine. I was so nervous and I dropped the book on the floor. She leaned down to get the book and I saw her beautiful breasts. She smiled, let me see if I got your attention, she took her hand and rubbed it against by dick. Yes I did, she said. Lets get all the anxiety out of you. She brought me over the couch, she took off my jeans and my boxers. She took her tongue and ran it from along my cock. She took her left hand and placed with my balls as that tongue went up. Mentally, I tried not to compare myself with any of his previous conquests and wondered if he was doing just that. My greedy ass shoved itself down harder onto his cock at the idea, and he opened his eyes at the sudden pressure and we smiled at each other."You like what you doing young man," he teased and I gave his chin a hard nip for good measure. I was no young man for sure but the compliment was accepted. Martin wrapped his hands around my ass and helped me move back and forth over his cock. The electronic equipment controlling the video camera and the taping equipment left nothing to be desired. For example it showed Barb going off simultaneously with the buzzer. It had the capability to show a swimmer the time lag — in thousandths of a second — from the buzzer to her dive. Steve shook his head in dismay when he learned that his lag was nearly a full tenth of a second.Watching the tape he just whistled softly and said, “Barbara Jensen, that’s the most perfect 200 meters I’ve ever.