Two think spaghetti straps on her shoulders held up the bodice. She had on a pair of thigh-high nylons and high-heeled shoes. Under the dress she had ...on a special bra that lifted her breasts, emphasizing her substantial cleavage and almost threatening to spill the shimmering orbs over the top. She knew that she looked good, but wondered why she cared so much... it was just a girl's night out... or was it?When the doorbell finally rang, Jenny was almost relieved. She checked her hair and dress. "Trust me ... those two sidestepped ALL the engineering math. Cindy was helping teachers with master's level math before she came to Auburn." She got her 'serious Tina' face on. "You don't believe ME? Call Doctor Wilkins or Doctor Ramathani and ask about 'em. They're on a first name basis." The math dudes?" Yes," I said. "The math dudes. Cindy and Nikki interviewed with them." You're telling me that somebody from high school walked into the presence of two college math professors and went toe. ’ They were good-looking, she had to admit, though it still raised her hackles for just a moment. She’d been in the modeling industry herself for a time a few years back, but she’d abandoned it because she was tired of not being taken seriously for her skills, and for her brain. Degrading women by valuing their beauty over their capability was a big pet peeve of hers. ‘Oh easy, that’s… um…’ Shit, who was it? Mr. Sinclaire had been the manager before Desiree’s cleansweep of the old folks and. I moaned with my head tilted up, and he took full advantage of the opportunity. He took his finger out and quickly moved his head towards my neck, licking up and down and sucking on my sweet spot. I grabbed his shoulders and tightened my legs around him. Fuck, I was so horny at this point and I knew he was too. He stopped sucking and left a red and purple hickey on my sweet spot. I didnt even care. I got off of his lap and started to strip tease for him, slowly letting the straps of my tight.