The missed calls, 10 it appeared, had come from two places: my job and from my middle sister, another sibling I rarely spoke to. My sister’s name po...ped up on the log with a fresh call as I stood looking at it. The phone in my hand rang again a moment later. It was my middle brother again, a retired U.S. Army Colonel.I decided I liked my sister better so I answered her call. Whatever horrible news was coming, I preferred to hear it from her.I can still recall her first words in my head.“Are you. This guy was short, looked like an accountant, had glasses, slacks and a button up shirt. He looked clean and groomed so I invited him in. He bent down and began sucking me. He was a decent cock sucker and I was appreciative of his efforts. I was about to ask him to leave when he pulled out his cock. Beautiful 9" monster with the perfect amount of bend and a thick well defined head. He was rock hard and ready. I dropped to my knees faster than I could say "cum on my face" which the first thing. A student in his 30’s who really should not be pretending to browse the bookstore just to snatch images of her in his Polaroid brain. Crouching in the psychology section just to see her skirt riding up as she sat down. Standing in the European History corner just to see her lean over the counter to help someone. I know. Sad but incredibly exciting. So this is what happened on a wet Thursday 2 weeks ago when I went in for my weekly fix of my current fantasy lady. It was about 4.30 and the store. When you play them, don’t you get ‘into your character’?” Hanna asked.“Yes, I do.”“Good. Your character tonight is a bad boy student, one who thumbs his nose at the rules of the school because he feels they’re inconsequential or stupid. I’m the Vice-principal in charge of discipline. Your name is still Trainee and I’m Arbiter Hanna. Understood?”“Yes I do, Hanna.”While driving there, Julie told me, “Wait for us to introduce you before you say anything and relax as Hanna and I will say a specific.