“Want to talk about my performance.”She was stiff, uncomfortable. Her research was great, but her presentation was stilted. “You were wonderful.... Just the best out there. So smart and articulate. I think we're going to win because of you.”“Really?” she said, beaming at me. I tightened my arm on her, the lie winning me affection.“Uh-huh. But we need to help your confidence. And I know just how.” I smiled at her. “That's what we'll talk about later.”She swallowed. “Just...that?”“Oh, I think you'll. Love Carla."He was embarrassed still as he pondered Carla's note when he was broughtback to the waiting room, and his blush went nova at the look on hismother's face. All of the boys had entered and in their owntransformation leaving the waiting room empty.Brandon was the first to exit and there was Carla, Ms. Somerset and hismother beaming. Ms. Somerset opened a box, smiling, and a second laterBrandon was looking at a very delicate bracelet in gold with the nameBrenda engraved in script.It. I obey her direction and sit naked in the chair with my cock throbbing and pulsing. Each beat of my heart makes it bounce as if conducting an orchestra. Pulling her shirt off, she comes over to me. Betsy kisses me passionately. While holding my hard cock, she moves to her knees. I almost cum just thinking about my cock in her mouth. She grabs my shaft tight at the base and licks the head before suddenly going down on it. I am amazed by how much of my dick disappears into her mouth. I have. Leaning forward and pulling her to her knees by her hair, “YOU ARE STILL DRESSED!!”I let go of her hair and sit back. She stands and lowers her eyes, then removed her clothes. After, she returned the notepad back to the kitchen table, then turned to come back to me. As she steps into the room, she drops to her knees and crawls to the side of my chair, head down.Taking her hair in my hand and pulling up her head, “Is something on your mind?”She requests in a whisper, eyes down. “Sir, may I.