Michelle was up early making some deviled eggs for the party. She had not being able to sleep. She had tried, but the thought of all those firemen kep... making her wet between the legs, and she had to get her toys out to relieve the pressure. She thought about the time with Stan, and what it might be like with more than one of the firefighters. Her mind wandered among the possibilities, and her hand wandered into her panties (again). She touched her clit and sent a way of electricity pulsing. It was obvious everyone else had left, and she couldn't exactly get back to campus on her own without a ride.Then she saw it-the near-empty goblet of wine in his hand. Professor Salinger had been sipping on wine all evening. She wasn't too sure it was a good idea to have him drive her home, not if there was even a teensy chance he was intoxicated. A DWI charge wouldn't exactly do his college career any good. But she couldn't really call Kaija or Barclay either. They'd never believe she was left. Gazing at the round perfection of her ass, he saw it quiver tightly with each jarring step. She paused at the door to the hallway and turned partially to look at him."Will it bother you, if I occasionally act a little like one, Darling?" she asked him coyly."Not if it's me," he told her. There was a chuckle in his voice, but the expression on his face was a serious one. Already, he was starting to think of her as 'his'."With you around, baby, I won't have to look anywhere else," she reassured. He said they liked working without the parents there since the boys like me, get distracted and worry about mom looking at their them all the time. My mom asked my dad and they both said it was fine with them and the man scheduled a photo shoot for the next week on a Saturday morning.The day came and mom dropped me off at the studio and the man greeted us at the door. Mom left and I was now alone with a couple of old men I didn't know but there were a few other boys there too. They took us all.