The next twenty or thirty minutes saw not so much of an interest in whether I was to blame or not, but how to punish this unbelievably heinous act of ...��unprovoked and sordid sorcery’. Before long, everyone in the chamber was engaged in this dialogue, and I was the only one who had even the thought that perhaps I was not guilty. So intense was the debate as to what should be my punishment that I was able to slip out of the room and leave the building unnoticed. But outside, I was to bump into a. Category III covered my instructional delivery. My mentor and professor rated me superior in this category. We talked about places where I could improve my lectures and interaction with the students.The final category was professionalism. Professor Buchanan rated me exemplary. I scored eleven of a possible twelve points. I was determined to improve my classroom presentation so I could get my rating up to exemplary in all categories.My cell phone vibrated as I was in the middle of my eighth. “Like, holy shit you have no idea how happy I am that I can just do that now.” Cammy giggled.“What are you talking about?” I replied. “I’m straight, you know that.” I said this almost defensively, but there was much less bite in it than there might have been before.Cammy snorted. “That’s not what last-night-you would have said.” She wiggled her brows. “You fucked us sooo good. I mean like, damn girl I would have jumped your bones ages ago if I knew you were that good with your tongue.”“I don’t. They removed the guys’ shirts and repeated the kissing, licking, sucking and returning for a kiss. Then they knelt in front of the guys. They unbuckled belts and undid jeans. They slowly lowered the guys’ jeans to the floor. No underwear. They had a theme going. In unison the twins brought the guys’ rods into their mouths. They sucked, they licked and sucked their balls, they rimmed the guys’ assholes, then back to some more dick-licking. They edged the guys for about ten minutes. I could tell.