“What can I do for you today?” His eyes were immediately drawn back to Susan's chest. “I'm glad you like the view, Dean Malcomb. That's what I...wanted to speak to you about. You see, since we began cheering without our bras we have noticed how excited the crowd gets. But, I really want to know if we are appealing to the older fans and enticing them to come to the games. If we can draw the older fans to the games, that will mean more fans for us and more money for the university. So do you. ." I put on my lipstick quickly, losing interest in being beautiful for a stupid humanities class. "If we're using condoms anyway, why should I have to fool around with other stuff, like diaphragms and risk cancer or something." You're not going to get cancer from a diaphragm," she retorted. "Fix your lipstick, you smudged it. Besides, condoms only work if you use them. Duh!" Duh!" I sighed, wiping my lips clean with a tissue and trying again."Skip class, go get a pill if it's gonna stress you. She not just sucking, but also cuddling with my testicles…oh….oh…that was terrific.She sucked my cum out in a minute or so, and after she had the cum in her mouth, she pushed me on to the table,came over me, and guided my dick into her hairy vagina, and did her thing by moving up and down on my dick. As my cum was already eaten by her, my dick gradually began to shrink. By now she was sweating, and breathing hard.Sudenly, I felt a burning densation on my dick, and this was because, she sucked. We passed through it into a more modernroom with armchairs and a sofa, a sort of living room that they calledthe drawing room.Roger walked over to a side table bearing crystal glasses and bottles ofamber fluids. "Something to drink?" Whatever you're having, sir," I replied."Well, Wimbledon starts Monday, so I suppose we can say it's Pimm'so'clock," he said.I nodded, having no idea what he meant, and watched him prepare threetall glasses of a dark liqueur and a clear, fizzy mixer over ice..