Whatever it was, it sparked a small fire inside of me. I slipped my glasses back on and the project started. I remained as still as possible while the...students worked, looking back and forth from me and the canvas. Their eyes watched me intently. I could feel them looking over every inch of my body, from head to toe. My eyes moved to look at each of them as they painted. I found myself looking to the one guy the most. I couldn’t help but to wonder why he wanted my glasses on. Out of all of. Sandra lifted off her cock so he could sit up, then facing him, impaled her pussy on it. She concentrated on the smaller of the two cocks she was sucking on.“Remember honey, how I love to see a guy cum in your mouth before you swallow,” he mentioned and she nodded her agreement.Several minutes on, the guy warned her and switching to her hand guided his cock. It erupted sending several thick spurts onto her tongue. She squeezed the shaft causing more cum to leak out. She moved the head around. And curtians over them. I could tell from the sound outside that it was Ronald in his sneakes on the porch and then I heard his knock on the door. I went to the door and opened it slowly hesitating to open it and at the same time desiring to see his smiling face. I opened the door and looked down at Ronald and saw him with a big grin on his face and before I could say anything he said to me "Can I "come in please? "Of course you can' I said to him now smiling back in antisipation to. Nein, wir dürfen in einem Hotel (na gut, wenigstens ein gutes Hotel) im größten Konferenzsaal irgendwelche Vorträgen zu Motivation und Antrieb geben und so Übungen machen, wie etwa mit einem Katapult in ein vorgegebenes Ziel zu schießen. Letzteres klingt zwar etwas spaßig, hat aber den Spaßfaktor von Fußpilz. Richtig ekligen Fußpilz.Wären da nicht meine lieben Kolleginnen. Alle, wie schon gesagt ausnahmslos attraktiv. Allen voran: Meike Müller, sozusagen mein lebendig gewordenes Beuteschema..