Male: (Nervous Silence)Female: Oh my god, it is you. Mr. Dunzel is a pansy little sissy that likes to wear panties and makes pissy cum ...stains in them. Oh my god I am going to have such fun with this and I got your class again tomorrow Professor Dunzel.Male: Please, Tiffany, don’t tell anyone about this. You don’t ever have to come to my class again; and I will pass you in all your classes. You won’t have to do anything? You work at this company?Female: Of course. After a couple of drinks I did blurt out how much I would like to see them. He teased me by saying maybe later. I thought I missed my opportunity when he went over to talk to some of his friends and some time later as I was leaving he must have spotted me and asked if I wanted to see his body. I nodded and we left the pub.He took me into a slecluded part of local park and lifted up his tshirt. His muscular body got me turned on and I am could not stop myself getting arroused fixated at this. Earlier, Jack had asked Gwen to hang around after the concert. Since her duet was one of the last songs performed, she acquiesced. Then she found herself agreeing to go out to dinner with Jack. She even had a little wine with dinner. ‘There are some great clubs in the area,’ began Jack as he escorted Gwen to his limo after their meal. ‘Let’s try a couple out before we end the evening. We might not cross paths for months or years. Tell me you’ll come with me. I’ll take you home whenever you. I hated what that kiss meant, the way it excited me more than any woman's had ever had.We undressed him at the foot of our bed. Seeing his cock for the first time but not daring reach for it. Instead, I ran my hands down the front of his body, from shoulders to abdomen, in awe of his Hellenistic beauty. My fingers travelled, defining muscle his muscle's ridges as they moved, those subcutaneous wave traces, ripples in hard wet sand that girdled his stomach.Together, Milly and I explored his.