"Can I help? I'll drive you home." Tom, where were you when Bob needed help earlier?" Cathy asked. "I know you watched that whole thing and never lift...ed a hand to help us. I hope you watched Emerson and learned something about what men do! I'll manage, thank-you."As the group mounted and slowly rode out of town, Tom Gordon remained where Cathy had spurned his help. His thoughts bleak and his pride shattered, Tom considered the situation.He had been afraid to do anything. He knew Cathy and Maria. I felt amazing, horny as hell and dripping wet between my legs. He sat down his Scotch and hoisted my dress up, slipped his hand into my panties and fingered my sopping wet pussy. I was slightly shocked, but it felt so good. Again I glanced over my shoulder, but everyone was still minding their own business, not even a sneaky side-ways glance in our direction. I felt slightly embarrassed non the less. He kissed me deeply and explored my mouth with his delicious roving tongue. The heel of his. I bit my lip, not wanting to cry out and attract attention. I counted about a dozen swats before she stopped and asked me to turn around. I did as I was told and resisted pulling my hem down, clenching my thighs the whole time. My pussy and reddened ass were completely exposed. I didn’t dare look around to see if anyone was watching.She grabbed my hem and started to pull it down, but then quickly yanked it up and over my tits. I was naked right there in the parking lot. I almost came as I. .. To add to all of this, last week I received reports from two different members of my faculty, saying they had caught you openly cheating during the midterms.Carl scuffed his shoes on the floor, and looked down at his feet, saying nothing. The bastard probably had a complete portfolio on him, he thought. He probably even knows that I was arrested last week for drunken driving, and is just saving that tidbit for the grand finale."Normally," Dean Townsend continued, "the University staff.