Hank told me that his school just received four chimps for their psychology department. Hank was taking experimental psychology and was telling us ab...out how funny the chimps were.I had the idea that I could use the college’s chimps for my trial testing. Hank could provide me the access but getting the drug out would be a problem. I knew that all of us on the team get searched by security when we leave. “That’s it” I thought. The team gets searched but visitors usually are not. I called. Than reaching up to stroke him, I heard his muffled groan buzzing through his body. His dick throbbed and I felt my pussy start to ache. Slowly wetting all over my panties, my pussy pulsed fluid down my lips. I was craving it. I pulled my head back and really let my hand give his dick a rotating massage. His eyes rolled back in his head when I dropped my hands and let my tongue and lips do all of the rotating work around his shaft. I sucked his head in and out of my mouth so hard it felt like. ”“It’s been a year, Chris. Just get o-”“No, not like that.” Chris huffed. There was a beat of silence as he grabbed a chair, sat down, folded his arms and pouted. “I haven’t spoken to Molly in a long while.” he confessed. “Like, days. Outside of communal things like movie night.”I didn’t understand what was going on. “…Why?” I eventually asked, shutting my laptop to let him know he had my full attention.“I, uh…” Chris began, scratching the back of his neck. “We kind of had a bit of a falling. Me: How about one of those five gallon metal buckets to build the fire inside. They have lids we can use as racks to hold the squirrels we would just have to turn them. Then we can sit one of those plastic fifty five gallon barrels over the whole thing.Miles: We can build a rack of some kind inside the barrel to slow smoke the meat instead of using the top of the can. We can remove the barrel to feed the fire.Me: Yes we just need vents in the barrel for the smoke to escape. We can use the.