I had been surprised at how easy it had been. I had breezed right through it. I had just finished up the last question when I caught sight of Jordan, ...who was sitting in the row beside me. She was obviously trying to copy from my paper.Without thinking I snatched up my paper and in a loud whisper I exclaimed, "Hey!"I had whispered a little too loud, apparently. Mr. Carson looked up sharply. He got to his feet and walked quickly up the aisle. He grabbed both of our papers without saying a word. By the time she was finally satisfied the jar was empty, the contents either resting inside of her pussy or dripping down her thighs, mixed with her own juices."Oh god, what have I done!" She panted, eyes welling up.Over the next few months she continued to work on the treatment, but still couldn't control herself around the sperm samples, so she had to come up with a work around, that was where the toy came in.By setting aside a bit of the sperm for that purpose, she was able to keep herself. I was trapped, if I bolted I would have to rush through them, the thought was horrifying, but if I stayed hidden and they found me they would know I had spied on them. So I stood on shaking legs, hearing the mix of female cries and male moans. My view of the inside of the car was now mostly blocked as they gathered so close they must be touching the car, I could see it rocking on its wheels and the woman crying out, screaming, in time with the lunges.Then a slight movement in the audience. Her legs were slender and graceful, the shoes were silver, sparkling, catching the light like jewels on her dainty feet."You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen I my life," I assured her sincerely. With her hair up, her neck was as graceful as a swan's. Even the curve of her collar bone was beautiful.She turned gracefully in front of me, her arms out from her sides a little, her tight little bottom flexing as her heels clicked on the hard floor. Her back was straight and smooth, her.