We passed through campus and I remembered the Model, how it glowed when I looked at it and the coincidence that its southern border was Interstate Twe...ty – same as the Lockdown. I wanted to ask Dalton about it, how that would work, but thought it would be a better question for Tanner. Besides, Dalton would want to see the Model for herself and that wouldn’t happen because the auditorium where it was being kept was locked on Sundays.My stomach, however, wasn’t quiet when it came to announcing. "You took me by surprise." Didn't you come here to get fucked?"I blushed. "Well, yes," I said, "I suppose I did, actually."Don smiled and said, "Well, sweetie, why don't we get started.?"So I took off my clothes and put them on a chair. My hands were shaking. I could barely force myself to look as he disrobed. Only a tiny bulb lighted the room, but I could see his body. He was muscular, just as I'd thought my first man must be. He wasn't smiling. I went over and sat on the bed a few feet from. He watched me, amazed at the slut his prim wife had become.I felt him growing inside my mouth, his glans filling me, as I tried to devour his length. I gagged only once when the tip of his cock passed beyond my tonsils. I embraced his pelvis with my arms and impaled my throat with his throbbing member. I could not breathe, embedded on his tool, so I timed my breaths, with my bobs, feeling him thicker and longer with each successive entry. His heavy balls bounced against my chin and his pubic. Then she told Francine that she had eaten their cum before on many occasions and that it was okay to just get started.Francine was a natural born lesbian as well as a natural born whore. She took the librarian to new heights of oral pleasure that she hadn’t even dreamt of before. I had filmed the librarian on several other occasions but I had never seen her cum that often or go into convulsions from constant multiple orgasms until she passed out. Francine just sat up and smiled at the camera.