Saunders, a lady in her early forties, short Brown hair, not much for titties, but a nice round ass. She was the first to stop by, I think it was her ...third or fourth visit that she finally told me the real reason she was stopping. Seems her husband is suffering from EDD, and can no longer attain a hard on and since I was now a single man and she hadn't been with a black man since collage, some twenty years ago, she was sure we could help each other out. She said she trusted me never to tell. So first, reach under your skirt, pull off your panties and give them to me.”“You’re kidding.” Melissa protested. “I said I am sorry. I am a new student and this is my first class.”“Stop talking and give me your panties, or I will call someone to take you to the Attitude Adjustment Area right now, where your punishment will be much worst.”“Okay.” Melissa reluctantly said as she reached under her pleaded plaid skirt and pulled her panties down her long slim legs.Mr. Smith had his hand out to. Still, I started teasingly with a light, sensual caress of my tongue. Quickly enough, but without rush, my tongue lured him between my lips, and into my mouth. I felt him squirm and tense with anticipation, as he grasped my hair away from my face. The soft pull worked in sync with the rhythm of our bodies. The soft pull got stronger when he tensed harder, the squirming turning to trembling. I savored the hot gush in my mouth briefly before I pushed him further into my throat and let him enjoy. The shades were drawn and curtains closed, and all the lights had weak bulbs colored red or yellow, some of them blue. It was all weird."You're safe here," some white girl told us. She looked about my age, eighteen or maybe a little older. All blonde hair and blue eyes and she smiled at each of us and then gave Purdy a kiss on the lips."I didn't know we were in danger," I said to Sarah. The white guy overheard me and laughed. He was tall with round glasses and long brown hair. Not bad looking.