) There were also surprise selections by Warren Zevon and a band called Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs (I kid you not). Before I could make it to the w...ll-fortified door I was manhandled by two morticians offering today's specials on cremation. I did get a free urn as a lovely parting gift, however. With one restraining each arm they began waxing poetic about the local cemetery."It's so nice, people are dying to get in," one said as the other blew layers of dust off that tired joke. It was so. Ok, we have six now. Then another familiar face popped out of the cashier’s lane. Seven.We gathered around Sarah, who indicated the table. On the wall was a little sign that said “Reserved.”“This is the Program students’ table. We’re supposed to sit here so we can be located as the targets for the gropers. I guess we’re kind of like Program students this week—Program-in-waiting—so let’s sit here.” she said.We sat. The three newcomers finally looked at me, noticed who I was, and with awestruck. He put the paddle down with a thud, wood hitting the wooden table, making me jump.While I stared at the paddle, he walked up to me and ran his fingers through my hair, down my back and onto my ass with a pat. I placed my hands on his desk and bit my lip.He stood behind me and bent down. I knew what was coming. I always liked this part! He grabbed the hem of my pencil skirt. I held my breath even though he’d done this plenty of times. And he hoisted my tight skirt up to my waist in one quick,. It looked like a very thick snake bouncing around. Before I knew what he had done he reached over and took my hand and laid his cock in it. It was the most natural thing in the world to close my fingers around it. I was fascinated by it. It was truly a thing of beauty. If cocks were movies this would win the Oscar every time.He placed his hand on top of mine and started gently moving my hand up and down on his cock so that my fingers slid over the head and back down to the root. I had never.