That was it, the work load went up a gear. The whole lecture thing was so different, you went to lectures if you wanted, if you had a problem you saw ...he tutor. Well I had a problem with some work to be marked and went to see my tutor after a lecture; it was last lecture of the day so he suggested I walk with him to his office. David, as he liked to be known, was a muscular guy in his mid thirties, strong face and a sort of aura of command that made you respect him, or in my case start to. He also held those firm young breasts in his hands, he also kissed those sugary lips. He probably loved her; who wouldn’t? What man could avoid it?She was wearing a lacey bra that I had bought for her a year before, and the matching garter belt. Christy did about 5 fast pirouettes in the small room, her hair flying outwards. She stopped facing me, laughing; her laugh was like music, but the kind I didn’t enjoy anymore. Her nipples stood proud, poking through the large holes in the centers of. Instead, she was nervous about what he was doing and how it was making her feel. Fatima had never felt loved or cared about like this in her life. She had been the least favorite of Hassan's wives and a frequent victim of his casual cruelty. He had referred to her as a worthless cow because she didn't give him the son he coveted. She had accepted his condemnation for years until she figured out that his impotence was the problem, not hers. Now here was a man doing things to her that felt. She slide her hands into my fiance’s hair and said, “Oh, baby, he does have a dick.”It took all the willpower in the world not to shot my load as I sat stroking my cock watching Robin eat Heather out in front of me. Then it hit me that Sean was still downstairs. He seemed like a decent enough guy from what I knew working with him. This was a whole new level, however. I began to pull my pants up and said, “Let me go check on Sean.” My fiance stopped licking her friend long enough to say,.