I startled at a sound behind me, realising with horror that it was Brandon! What if he saw what I had written? What would he think of me? I couldn't b...ar his rejection, I couldn't live without my son. I knew I would not have him as a lover, but to be denied that bond at least would be an unthinkable cruelty.In my haste to conceal my writing, I made the critical error all furtive scribblers do; I attracted his attention to the pad, covered in my luridly detailed fantasies. "Whatcha workin'on?". "The crowd of pledges said, "Aw." But we're fortunate that Candy wanted to give it up in front of all you. Isn't that nice of her?" The pledges started whooping again which drowned out Chris as he tried to explain his version of the events. "All right, Candy. Hop up on the bed and get into position. On your hands and knees. That's good." She addressed the audience. "This is not really a formal lesson, but go ahead and shout out any encouragement or suggestions."Samantha was waiting at the door. It was like you have always dreamt of.You cannot wait to experience more.She took you to her bed room. The famous bed where you have seen many a man and woman satisfy this goddess of lust and now it was your turn.She laid you down to have easier access to her body. She re began her lustful blowjob with a spit on your manhood. As your tool throbs with excitement she began to suck it slowly then with force until she engulfed your whole dick in her mouth and you could feel the back of her throat. She returned her foot to her sandal, her pen to its designed purpose, and her attention to her notes. Wound up and agonisingly horny, my mind struggled back to my revision. 'What were Kant's...'"Oh God," I moaned to myself; concentration was now beyond me. I shuffled secretly against the fabric of my jeans. Across the table, she affected a theatrical yawn and pushed her arms as wide as they could go, thrusting her magnificent tits before my hungry eyes. Her eyes closed and a smile moved across.