"Samantha grinned as she fell to her knees and put her hands on Paula's black yoga pants. She pulled them down and then the thongs as she saw her priz...e tucked away between Paula's legs.Paula opened her legs slightly, freeing her dick. Samantha put her hand on the small dick and stroke it. She felt it grow and moved her head forward and swallowed the dick."Fuck!" Paula moaned as she felt Samantha's lips slide up and down her cock. "Maybe we should add more collagen...the bigger the lips more. In all the time she'd worked here, she couldn't recall him once addressing her by her first name. She couldn't remember him ever speaking to her, period, in fact, after the initial interview he had given her. And that had been so long ago. She couldn't recall what he had said.He stood up as she entered. While she slipped into a seat in front of his desk and collected her thoughts, he turned his back on her and stared out the window. His office was spacious and pleasant, with big plants in the. Ronnie levered up, his finger now moving swiftly in and out of Marilyn's warm cuntalopening, gazing down in total lewd triumph at the voluptuously squirming femalebeneath him.Then gradually he slacked off the thrusting movements of his middle finger, using hisown legs to spread Marilyn's quivering thighs even wider apart to completely exposeher helpless loins to his view. Using both hands, he parted her hair-lined pussy-lips,then inched slowly forward, prodding his desire-engorged cock farther. Boring, for the most part, as I had suspected. All kinds of blathering about 'diversity' and all that stuff. My high school talked about 'diversity' too. It meant, "All colors and races are treated with respect-but we all kick the shit out of the geek." Then there was the 'sexual harassment' seminar. Back in high school, the girls considered it 'sexual harassment' if I said hello.Classes, however, had started well, surprisingly enough. I was taking a variety. Stanford required general-type.