And what she wanted was the post of Associate Professor at the University where she was already employed as a lecturer. She requested, and got, a priv...ate meeting with the man who she had determined would be the key decision maker in the appointment process, a man she had never, to her recollection, even seen, let alone spoken to.Waiting outside his office, Sharon was trying to decide whether she would appeal to his sense of continuity or his professional judgement in getting him to support her. Conceived in late-night dorm room discussions and Sunday brunches in the dining hall, their itinerary consisted of all the places they’d like to go, the things they thought they should do. Every item had been diligently crossed off, all according to plan.They rocked in a sweaty frenzy until late morning in a techno dance hall in Berlin. Had leapt off a mountain in Switzerland and paraglided down into a chewy green valley with black and white cows and straw-thatched farmhouses. In London, they. I wanted to lick it up right there, I wanted to taste...”“Okay, we’re getting off track here, can you tell me just about this morning,” Christine interrupted.“Yes, god it was good. There was this flashing light, I’m not sure where but after a few flashes I suddenly felt so horny and a bit drunk. You know how you feel, when you know you shouldn’t do something, but you just don’t care and go ahead and do it.”Christine nodded, “Go on.”“Well I suddenly felt that way and when Michael, that’s my. Wet, hot and sloppy. Then I kissed her and checked Stanley, hard and straining against the button fly.After introductions, I left the room. My apartment isn’t very large and no doors so I heard them talking. She was very flirtatious. I could tell she was touching him. I mentioned Tom’s friend Stanley but didn’t tell her it’s his thick cock. We had been discussing group play. So she asked Tom about Stanley and when would they meet.I entered the room and heard the last comment. The look on Tom’s.