She has short brown hair and an old scar over her right eye."You must be the famous Chronos?" the tall woman says doubtfully. She is radiating animosi...y.I am kind of easy to spot. I have dark green hair and a thin gold chain wrapped around my waist. Who else would I be. The woman is obviously upset by something, whether or not it is me remains to be seen. I can think of no reason to antagonize them right from the start."I am called Chronos. I did not think I was famous, but then again I did not. ’ Her other hand drops to between her legs still damp from her shower, water droplets cling to her soft down. Sliding a finger between her lips, she begins to draw circles around her clitoris. Tossing her legs wider, she imagines him there before her. She knows of his desire to just lay back and watch her pleasure herself for him. Dreaming of his presence, she continues to play. A finger slides lower and then just inside. Pressing downward it flicks back and forth causing an instant reaction. She was in business formals; a gray colored skirt with white top and gray blazer. Clearly, she was on a business trip too. With my experience, I could sense that her stats were something along the lines of 36C-28-38. Her short but smart haircut made her look hotter. This fair lady was about 5″6′ inches tall and I got a hard-on when I saw her for the first time. As luck might have it, her seat was next to mine. I broke the ice by introducing myself and my profession. She shared her details and. " "No, No, NO," screamed Jane, "This can't be happening!" She stood up and undid the dean's zipper, reached into his pants and took out his now erect penis. Soon she was sucking it with great abandon. "Oh god....," cried Jane, "Why can't I stop doing this? I have to have your sperm. Please cum for me," she pleaded. The dean began to moan from Jane's work on his penis. "I have a better idea," he said, "Take off all your clothes, and lie down across my desk." "No, please don't **** me," said.