The black population on campus was a very distinct minority. .Jerome was not the first black football player at BGSU, but he was the first superstar a...d potential Heisman Trophy candidate.Jerome delighted in teasing me about looking at his cock and even suggested I might want to suck it. I made in very clear to him, I only looked because of its enormous size, not because I had any desire to suck it. I also made it clear to Jerome that I was not queer or bisexual.Things came to head one day when. Seattle might be the best bet. Why not your own boss?" I don't know just who I can trust, that's why not. There's too good a chance that some of the men from my department could be mixed up with Steve Jordan's bunch. I don't even know a single one from my office I'm sure I can trust." Yeah, I guess you're right. We ain't neither of us got any kind of ID we can show, so there's no way we can catch a plane to get there." Maybe not any that's good enough to get us on a plane, even if we could. We arrived late and had had a full day. It was well after midnight when our staff let us sneak away to bed in a magnificent second floor master suite that reeked of one-hundred years ago. The bed was soft and warm, in all the right ways, and it was no time before my wristwatch alarm woke us at six.Samantha opted to rest, while I was full of energy, unable to imagine what the day of a Vice President consisted of beyond briefings and appearances. My temporary Chief-of-Staff, Jason Whittaker, had. I was speechless. He gave my pussy the tiniest lick, and I moaned loudest than I ever had. At this he delve in wildly, eating me out harder and faster than I thought possible. An incredible force pooled around my lower stomach, an orgasm a year in the making. I kept as still as possible, delaying with all my might. Every cell in me wanted release. He stopped licking, and looked up. "Good girl." He stood up and slowly removed his jeans, and then his underwear. He was huge, the biggest I had ever.