The soft tube under the thins expanded and then I felt it. A heavy rain of juice squirting onto the roof of my mouth. It spattered and ran in thick rivers down inside my mouth. He was kind of grunting.

My finger pounded faster and faster inside my cunt. I felt my whole body tense and… then came the relief. My pussy tightened around my finger and my own juices flowed. I wondered if guys liked female juices as much as I liked male now. I kept sucking until his hands touched the side of my head. I knew how he felt. Just the slightest twist of my finger and I was contracting again.

I thought my insides would leak out for sure.

“Let me suck your finger,” Jim said. I held it up. He licked it clean. I was still holding his cock, though it was softer now.

At his request I dipped into my cunt quite a few times. Finally, I scooped up the yellow tape, signed my name on the bottom of the sheet and said, “I’ll let you know about the fitting.”

“My pleasure.”

I said to myself, No, my pleasure.

Chapter 2-BUILDING A MODEL

Max Rises to the Occasion We were in the scene design classroom, surrounded by renderings of scene designer’s past. I was new to water color renderings and just couldn’t wield the brush so it looked like anything, aside from a kid’s sketch done with finger paint. Very humiliating. I’m really an actor, but we’re required to be familiar with the technical areas, so we know how the other half lives.

Dr. Compton, Betty, was helping me out with the design for She Stoops To Conquer. And boy, she could have stooped to conquer me, I can tell you. She was the first woman PhD to teach scene design. Usually women were costumers like Fancy Jones. Jim Benson told me all about what happened. I hoped that when they fit my costume later this afternoon, we could get into a little action.