" Thank you, Sylvia. If we're going to be on a first name basis, youreally must call me Jeff," he replied, as he watched Sylvia's smilewiden still fur...ther. "It might be a few days before I can call, but I'malready looking forward to seeing you again." After taking her card andnoting Sylvia's mischievous Cheshire cat grin, Jeff had decided he'dvery likely never see this young woman again.Theirs had been an odd, but definitely not unique, encounter.But Jeff's eyes and thoughts soon refocused. He had forced them off me while he dragged me over here. I could have fought back. I think I did, it was hard to remember. I've always had this problem of being too submissive. Too afraid to fight back. It wasn't helping.Behind me was the dean of the college I was going to. His pants were at his feet, and his cock was plunging deeper and deeper into my pussy. I don't know what had gotten into him, but he forced himself on me while we were talking. I don't know what made him do it, it wasn't. My hand was rubbing her belly and tits through her bra whilst she did this. Finally she moved, picked up her handbag, swung her legs out of the door and stood before me. She stood at about 5’4” curly blond/brown hair, glasses which made her look so sexy. Her tits looked to be around a b/c cup and her stomach was flat. “You look stunning” I told her. She merely smiled and started walking to my passenger door. I watched her ass as she walked. Gave my acknowledgement to the guy who was giving me. “If there was you would holler when I rubbed it. Just bathe it in hot water and it will be all right tomorrow.”'I was so astounded and surprised that I had not at all noticed the friction that he had applied to my leg, and almost crying with vexation I saw him about to pick up his ice and begin to ascend the stairs.'At this point I brought up my reserves, and taking another trick from the book, I gave a little cry and slid down a few steps and pretended to faint. You may be sure in the slide.