She falls on the couch in the lounge room and her skirt rides up exposing her luscious, silken-clad thighs. She makes no attempt to pull her skirt dow...n."If you fuck up this suit Mike you're paying for the dry cleaning! And this will be the third pair of my pantyhose you've ruined this month!" she whines, but I can tell she wants it as much as I do.I'm in the office the next day when my world is turned upside down.I receive another email from John the PC guy but this time it has been delivered. I'll sit on you while our new friend fucks my asshole."He did as I said and I was impaled onto his cock as the black guy moved in behind me. It was hard for them both because they could not get their legs worked out, but once they did, I felt the other mans cock work itself into my asshole.He must have also been a huge, hung man. I felt like my bottom was being slit by two logs and with every stroke I was in pure heaven. The man under me and I were kissing. I bounced up and down, pushing back. Oh, well, what did a rookie like me know of the real world?The weapon was about the size of a Walters PPK in 9mm caliber and shaped pretty much like that, too. The power supply was worn on the waist and a remarkably flexible power cord ran to the base of the hand grip. The visible laser came on when you applied a little pressure to the trigger and the X-ray laser fired when the trigger was pulled all of the way. There was enough slop between the two positions that there was very little chance. Seeing my reaction, Mr. Carter continued. “Academic dishonesty is a serious offense and can lead to expulsion. I’m sure that as a senior, all that hard work in your previous classes is not something you want to go to waste.” His eyes are staring into mine with something hidden underneath. “I don’t understand, what you’re trying to say Professor?” I ask, still not quite comprehending what he is trying to say. Professor Carter raises himself from his seat and slowly walks around me until he is.