Next to arrive were Dean Sapiro-Hopkins and Professor Harrington. His witnesses and those of O'Connell would remain in the outer office until called i.... O'Connell and a very attractive young woman were the last to arrive. He wondered who the young woman was. He noticed Harrington frown when she appeared, and his readings had also gone up.As 10:00 o'clock approached, he turned to look at Dean Sapiro-Hopkins."Are we all here?" he asked."Yes," the Dean answered, but was also looking at the young. Then her smile widened to a devilish grin as she took off her wedding ring and set it on the counter, "On your knees, Houseboy!" she sternly ordered.I wasn't quite ready for that as she swiveled her stool and I quickly got to my knees saying, "Yes, Mistress Z," as I looked up feeling that same naive-eagerness I did back then. Something about her devilish grin in her nightie covered with little red roses and hearts was really hot!Mistress Z put her feet on my shoulders and firmly gripped my hair. Our breathing and heart rates headed back toward the normal range, but neither of us would let the cock in our mouth out. We wanted to savor this moment. I knew this was particularly important for Roger. Two months is a long time for me to go between male sex partners, but his dry spell was two years in length. I continued to follow his lead, and kept up a light suction of the softened shaft in my mouth, using my tongue on the underside but not the sensitive head. He didn’t fully deflate, but. After the week I'd had, I deserved a relaxing evening. I looked out of the window, noticing my reflection as the countryside passed by in a blur. I looked tired. My curly black hair was scraped back into a bun and I hadn't had the energy to put on any makeup. I'd never considered myself a natural beauty but, luckily, I was blessed with unblemished dark skin, full lips and an enviably curvy figure. As the train sped past a church, I realised where we were. We'd be going round a sharp bend soon..