"Sitting on a side table beside a large bunch of roses, sat a bottle ofFrench Champagne and a box of handcrafted chocolates, the card with itsaid "Wit... the compliments of Management."There was also a program of events for the weekend, which informed usthat there would be a meeting at 5:30pm where the schedule of activitieswould be explained and any questions or problems could hopefully bedealt with.After the meeting there would be cocktails in the lounge bar, naturally"Cocktail Dress" was. Even knowing that his enhancements made it trivial for him to pick up on social cues, more than even the most perceptive of normal people, she still found it hard to resist his charm. She barely noticed his hand resting lightly on her shoulder again until he began lightly guiding her towards the corner table."Seriously Prof, I really just want to be alone right now," Jane protested, even though she knew his chip would pick up on the lie as easily as she had spoken it."Bullshit again.. Jack loved Mariels tits and played with them whenever she could. One time she squeezed, pinched, pulled on sucked on them while Mariel was getting fucked by her boyfriend, and all the time she was stroking her own pussy. Jack had Mariels tits out now, cupping and squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Mariel had her fingers inside Jacks pussy, she certainly was very wet. Mariel removed her fingers and sucked on them, then she offered them to Sam who also greedily devoured them. Mariel then. "She did just that. Burying it inside her pussy, she worked on my ass.Whack... Whack.We both moaned. She held one hand at her panties as she whipped. Thestretched skins really made them even more sensitive to each contact.The pain grew to where I could not resist moaning when a new blowcame."Another rule is that a slut is for fucking and not talking. Oneword. If I hear one word out of its mouth, slut comes back here for asession. Please give me the excuse. Oh God, I love teaching.