After a while her foot made its way into my pants and was stroking my cock, I couldnt take anymore and sped off to the boys toilet to masturbate. Abou...t half way through masturbating to the thought of Mrs Peters, I heard the door open and close again and the distinct sound of high heels coming towards me, the door opened and to my suprise Mrs Peters was standingthere in the boys toilets watching me rub one out. The building had still some work to be done so the toilets were off limits to. "He looked me over with a proprietary eye and I began to wonder if he was one of those rats who swung both ways."Ahh ... I believe you are the much discussed Mr. Riley, the Irish rat with the over-active cock. Well, tell me, Mr. Riley, have you adjusted to life as a rat? It is a rat that you are and a rat that you have ever been."I looked at the aging rat King and didn't have a good retort to show him I didn't care because I was unhappy with my life as a rat and would do anything to change back. Not alphabetical order like you put them in your program.”“That won’t do,” he said. “We want the prints displayed next to the oils they represent.”“Exactly what I don’t want,” I said. “Prints should never be displayed next to the oil. The print always pales next to the original.” Thank you, Doc, for drilling that into my head. “The prints are to be displayed along this wall with the horizon line at five feet five inches. Since the horizon line shifts in the individual prints, that means the top. Her eyes were crystalized. She was on another level. She was drooling. I just went to the bed and layed across her and began licking her pussy. it was like a magnet. She saw me coming and arched up to meet my tongue. Her lips were away from her teeth with her mouth open and smiling as I licked her clit. I tasted cum. He grabbed my shoulders, pressing his hard cock against my hip. "Dude, lets all get high..." he said. And like that, we were in the bathroom smoking and sniffing. Eye four twenty.