Each tube was a gray concrete cylinder sixteen feet in diameter that emerged from the wall of the tube station, crossed the room, and disappeared into...the wall opposite, its bottom slightly sunken into the floor, and they had wide oval doors the same size and shape as the doors on the sides of the cars that rode within it. The car stopped when both sets of doors were perfectly lined up, the side of the car around the door was magnetically and hermetically sealed to the inside of the tube, and. “All these machines?” The man nodded. “I’ve only got two years to retirement. You won’t get me fired, will you?” “Go type it up,” said Vixen. “A confession or explanation.” “He edits `em and trades `em with his friends, the professor does. I don’t think he sells any.” The man moved to his computer and got to work. Five minutes later the printer spit out a long paragraph. Vixen read it over and made the man sign and date it while Ralph called a friend at the campus TV studio. Vixen printed out. She laughed and invited me to remove her top allowing me an unrestricted view of her tits tightly encased in her bra. She let me run my hands over her soft and creamy mounds and didn’t object when I reached round and undid the clasp freeing them from their restriction. I took each nipple in my mouth in turn feeling them stiffen under the touch of my tongue. She played with my cock keeping it rigid and ready.After a few minutes of this I was ready to fuck her and placed one hand on her thigh. This must have been too much for him as he came immediately, splashing her face with a great gush of cum. She didn’t flinch and continued licking the helmet, tasting the cum and moaning approvingly. This was the sign for the rest of the guys to move in and soon she was surrounded by about a dozen stiff cocks. One middle aged guy with glasses asked to fuck her. He had already put a condom over his cock. She just stood up, invited him to sit on her seat and sat straight down on him. She was.