He said that he would be done at about 3am and would come knocking. There was not any real action the rest of the evening so I went to my room by midn...ght. At 3 am I got a knock on my door and there was the bartender wanting his blowjob. He stepped inside, dropped his pants and I sucked him off just inside the door. He had a nice cock and I was able to get most of it down my throat. He was hot to trot and unload a nice tasty load of cum within minutes. He stayed hard and so I crawled up on the. We both admitted it would be very difficult to recreate that fuck but it would be fun trying. We agreed that showing any feelings at work would not be appropriate. It was after midnight before I left her for home. The next morning at work we did not acknowledge each other’s presence, then fucked in the storeroom during lunch. Only one person ranked over us in the office and as it was normally the case she took two hour lunches elsewhere. The only day we did not fuck in the storeroom that week. She hesitated slightly, then said, "Well--I always try it, but I usually can't do it. If I knew where to start..."I had only been teaching for a little less than two years (one year in grad school), but I had already heard this at least a thousand times. What it meant was "I give each problem a look. If I can't find an example just like it in the book or my notes, or if it takes more than one minute to do, I consider it impossible and go on to the next one." I sighed inwardly and thought to. A little faster...more...there.” His hand was now moving at a good pace, a good pace for her if he was fucking her, but nothing that would put him over the edge just yet. She wanted another orgasm first. He began to moan softly with each stroke, his eyes glued on her mouth as she inserted the toy one last time, pushing it all the way in before drawing it out slowly, her lips forming a tight seal so the toy made an audible popping noise as it sprung free past her wet lips. She turned the.