Thinking to myself why can’t I find any gals as sexy as Pearl on campus. “You have not dated much yet have you?” she asked. Blushing somewhat I... stammered, “Well I guess I just have not had the time or met the right lady yet.” “Your father is paying hard earned money for you to get a proper education here and learning some social skills is a big part of that,” she said with a smirk, as she slowly unbuttoned her night shirt. I felt my cock harden in my pants as my eyes feasted on her luscious. Alex lifted the hem of the obscenely short skirt, revealing a bright red thong: “Oh yes that looks perfect - they like to demand you take something off”, then “hey you look more like a schoolgirl than I do”, spreading her legs and clipping her leather anklets down to the bed frame.Alex announced “OK, I’m back…...and here’s my Aunt Jenny”, as she switched cameras to focus at crotch level.Jenny had never seen her legs portrayed in such detail on a webcam monitor, slowly displaying her arse then. It was a good school in a town with a good reputation, without some of the big-city ills that hung around other schools, including State to a degree. She could wrangle a minor in journalism out of the course schedule there and the school seemed to have a good international studies program. That was a vague-sounding sort of thing that seemed to allow quite a bit of latitude and would take advantage of her language skills and time in Germany.She was quite interested in the Chinese studies. Ordering a vodka tonic with a twist of lime, you survey the club. Maybe tonight you would find what you were looking for. I watch as you sit on the tall barstool, gazing out over the sunken floor of the club. The multitude of tables filled to capacity, the large dance floor with bodies grinding away to the throbbing beat of the live band.Several more men have tried, and failed, to entice you to more then just a dance or drink. Each one seems almost boyish in their attempts. There is one that.