All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 1571 - Chapter 1580

Then came some lip action that left me out of the loop - they slipped into kissing each other without my cock in the way. It felt like a "could not resist thing." I took it as a real positive sign of good things to come.It got even better when they ended that hot wet tongue kiss between the two of them when they settled their lips on top of my cockhead, slowly moving the kiss down, bringing this most sensitive part of me into each mouth in turn. While in each mouth I was lashed and pleasured by two tongues at once.It felt real good. Maybe too good, I felt the warning signs of a distant finish approaching. I expressed myself. I was not objecting, but I was pretty sure they were looking to have any explosion in a pussy instead of a mouth.When the time was right and my cock had maintained enough of a stand-up personality to be useful, Isabel stepped over my hips and sat down, impaling her pregnant body on my cock with ease. Somebody was holding her lips open and she was very wet insid

I said this was not going to be like that, Nancy and I would both be talking to a lot of random folks, spreading the good word about Hillside. Plus we both needed time looking at textbooks for the future, Nancy had some new responsibilities there.After lunch Isabel needed a nap and Nancy thought a little rest was a good idea, she set an alarm for when she had to get ready for her presentation. I got dressed and decided to head to the book market, to get that unpleasantness out of the way. As I left they looked like they were resting with their lips an hands making plenty of contact with each other. I would check back with Nancy in plenty of time.-They got some shut-eye, but that was not all they did. Isabel was more than five years out of practice with pleasing a woman, but the gentle skills all came back to her soon enough. Both Isabel and Nancy confided to me later that as soon as I was out of the room, they felt very natural being naked in bed together. Gentle contact and quiet

The next night Nancy wound up in my bed, getting happy with my cock feeling real good in her pussy for the first time instead of watching Thursday Night Football commercials. I had to duck our venerable Dean for a time, in case he should ask a followup or if our relationship had changed.If my proposal worked it would cost the university some dollars for Nancy, but they knew that going in and it would pay off big very quickly. It would also piss off a bunch of folks - the big circle of folks I mentioned above - who deserved a chance to feel real bad and complain to no effect.Bonus: it would show there was a new power-that-be in town.With official (but undisclosed) support for Nancy, plus her fast work, I revised the proposal again in 12 hours, added Nancy's name, and then emailed it to the conference editor.About 48 hours later I got an email response.I expected a pro-forma acknowledgement, but instead I got an enthusiastic acceptance from a guy I did not know, subject to us actua

The Mad Dog Chairman started screaming loudly about how "one presentation did not not give her the right..." and so forth, so she opened a copy of the Provost's paperwork, handed it to the person next to her, and asked that it be passed down the table. Everybody saw it while the Mad Dog kept yapping. When the paperwork was almost to him she stood, turned her back and sauntered out of the room. He started to yell that he would not renew her contract, how she was out, but by then, everybody but him knew his yell meant nothing. Everybody in the meeting has a comical description of what he looked like when he finally saw the papers Nancy passed to him. All were quite entertaining.)"What about Porter?" Nancy asked. He was a accounting faculty member who always co-ordinated Cost Accounting, and always complained about it. He had been there 28 years. He came in Monday through Saturday (nobody else does that) because his wife made it intolerable for him to be at home. He would complain even

In November, Nancy showed what looked like an engagement ring from her Getty. For academic folks with no imagination the ring terminated any further discussion of the subject of me bedding Nancy. It was given that I had somebody to bed, there was even a betting pool on who. If they only knew.After news of the paper got out I was held in higher regard by the gossips in the College because it seemed I could work with a young female, guiding her career without expecting sexual favors despite her tarnished reputation. It made me the front-runner for a prestigious "sensitivity" award, given by the female Business faculty (which now included Nancy). The award was sponsored by the Hightower Foundation, and rumor said that one of the Foundation trustees was pushing to make it larger than usual this year, "to increase the impact on male behavior."-Nancy's PresentationTuesday January 12, 2021, 3:30 to 5:00Nancy's presentation was going very well. After I handed out the charts and other exh