???What is it, Tracy???If you don't mind... would you, um... clean yourself off first, sir?? She winced, no doubt anticipating anger for speaking up....ill inspected himself, and saw what she was talking about. Her colon hadn't been very clean while he'd been inside of it, and there were multiple brown streaks on his shaft with obvious origins.?I'll make you a deal, Tracy. If you suck me off, until I'm completely clean, I'll leave your throat alone, and finish the more traditional way. . Later—much later—she denied that there had been any of either. In the daze that resulted, I said something like ‘Good morning.’ Her smile deepened and she returned my greeting: ‘Good morning, Professor Harrison.’ Her voice, which, really, was just an unexceptional female voice, resonated with something deep in my groin. As she spoke and I resonated, the bell in the clock tower just outside the classroom building tolled the beginning of the class hour. Maybe I should have sent to know for whom. The sign in the door glass turned from Closed to OPEN. They were the first. At the L shaped counter, the farthest north pair of seats exist alone. The next stool is missing. They sat.“Good morning, Bobby.”“Morning, El Patrón. Karen. The usual?”“Yes, please.”“Karen?” Bobby slid plates on the counter.She looked up.“The band...” he hesitated.“Yes?”“The lead guitar player singer threw a hissyfit ... could ... would?” Bobby asked without asking.“Sure ... a playlist?” She said, “I’ll need a. The place was open for a lunch buffet and then closed at four, giving her a little more time to relax. I took her into the bathroom, showing her the bubble bath I had prepared, along with the candles and soft music.“Relax, babe. You need it.”She was startled at the effort but soon agreed it would be just the thing, moaning that she didn’t have clean clothes. I just grinned and told her we’d find something for her to get comfortable in. I closed the door and was soon rewarded with the sound of.