‘There’s got to be something I can do! Isn’t there any kind of extra credit I could do? I really want an A Professor,’ I whimpered softly, fig...ting back tears. As soon as I said it, my dirty mind kicked in. I suddenly realized that I was in the perfect position to earn my A the easy way. I was almost embarrassed that I hadn’t thought of it before. ‘I don’t know. I suppose I could try and think of an assignment that would be worth the points, but we’ll have to see,’ he said. I stood up and. It was like she had been seen for the first time, since she entered that company.? Her name was Anne, and she had, at the age of 25, just finished university. She had studied psychology, and the job at the prison was her very first. She had applied for just about everything, but this was the only reply she had received. It was a rather boring, mainly office based job, only rarely had she met any inmates. The more experienced, and not to mention male psychologists worked with all the interesting. I’m about to become another notch on your belt (or dick), am I’m perfectly fine with that. I wanted this, and by the size of your tool, it was a good thing you turned the music back up. Enter the bedroom I see you are already busy lubing up your heavy-duty dick. “Fuck, you got balls like a bull!” “And everything in these balls is for that ass” you say while palming your huge sack in your oily hand. Sitting back on the edge of the bed, you tell me the first thing I need to do is turn around and. I invite her in, and ogled her little tennis outfit as she strolled in. Man is this woman hot I thought. Making a bit of small talk, I ask if they were heading out for tennis, she replied no, this is what I wear as a ruse to get away from that lump I'm married to was her short sweet reply. I ask if she wanted something to drink, coffee or tea, she just shrugged her shoulders and said whatever is handy. I turned to get the tea pitcher from the fridge and heard a kerplunk behind me, I thought she.