I couldn’t help but just stare, and take it all in. “Fuck,” I said aloud, “I’m a goddamn rapist…”Did I feel bad? Yeah, sure, a little, b...ut honestly not enough to give a shit. Looking over at the clock, it was nearly 3 AM, just over two hours from when I gave her my coke concoction.I was exhausted, yet still full of energy at the same time. I felt rejuvenated somehow. Heading back out to the living room to grab a glass of water, I noticed her phone sitting on the coffee table in the living room.. . I understand what you mean about feeling like something is wrong. But I am not one to point fingers where there is no evidence." I'll get you the evidence. Count on that. And when I do, I'm counting on your help. Fair enough?"Viktoriya sighed. "Find evidence of his grade tampering. Then ... we shall see..."Viktoriya gave me a surprising amount of information about the archaic Cal Berkeley grading software. It was simple math: each assignment was assigned a percentage value of the entire. "You should be a model." Yeah, I keep getting told that," she said with a giggle."Sweet 16 and never been kissed," I said, moving ever closer."I wouldn't say that," she giggled again. "After all, I am 17." Sweet 17," I said, "Isn't there a Beatle song about being 17." Is there?" she said."Yeah," I said.I was close enough now to put my arm around her trim waist and lean forward to kiss her neck."Stop that," she said with a giggle."Beautiful, just beautiful," I murmured."You won't tell any one. I’m already hooked on being fucked by it, and I haven’t even been properly fucked yet!” Sujita looked at me and said; “Well, Rocky, beam her up! Let’s see you work that tool like I know you can.”I looked back at my wife, smiled and said;”Thank you honey! I promise to fuck Priya until she is completely exhausted and can’t fuck me anymore; then, I’ll start on you!” Exactly what I wanted to hear you say,” Sujita cried. I bent to my task and started to slowly stroke my cock in and out of Priya’s.