Tommi almost laughed aloud. "My _breasts_ are side-effects." Tommitook a sip of iced tea."How did you get started doing this?" Ronnie inquired.Tommi... did laugh aloud this time. "I lost my scholarship after I gotinto a little trouble." Oh," Roger seemed surprised."With the dean's daughter."Roger's eyes widened, as did Ronnie's. "Ooohhhh. I see." Yeah," Tommi echoed. "In my defense, she was the aggressor. Ithought we'd have a nice simple first date, but she had other ideas, Iguess. I tried. She told me “to turn the lights on, no more hiding no more darkness for us”. Her hair was up in a bun; she wore a sport tank top, blue spandex, yoga type pants, and ankle high socks. She told me to “kiss her passionately” as I started to kiss her she clamped down on my balls and pushed me away and said “that is not what I want, do it right or you’ll feel more pain, now try age”. I stared to kiss her and her grasp subside. Then she told me to take off her top. She was not wearing a bra. She held. Fuck. Fuck."The pounding, moaning, and screaming had gone on for over an hour. When the slapping sound had stopped, I swore I could hear a slurping sound. Molly had been fucking and sucking these guys nonstop. I had been achingly hard all this time because I could not come a third time. The door finally opened and all three of them came out. Molly had been a mess. Her hair was all over the place. She was tucking her left tit into her top. One of the men had been squeezing her. Eventually he regained his paperwork, if not his composure, and made his exit.The Duke looked at me ruefully. “Young George Bush is an accident waiting to happen. His father, also a George, was a shrewd, intelligent fellow; George junior must be a throwback.”I was standing rigidly to attention during this homily, and Prince Frederick noticed. “Sit down, man. You are not being investigated or castigated.”I sat down gratefully, and waited for him to tell me why I was here in the Holy of.