1 comments/ 10360 views/ 3 favorites Total Woman Academy 01 Redux By: bhuff Ned lay on his back on the fluffy white linens with the bed covers pushed back. His cock was planted firmly in Angelina's cunt and he felt the wonderful soft friction being generated by her motions. Ned's half dazed eyes saw her shadowed, upright figure in the moon glow that filtered through the curtains. Angelina's long strawberry hair waved gently behind her back and her breasts stirred as she oscillated her body in the sensual rhythm. Her nubs were erect and darkened, swelled into pert points centered within the umber disks of her nipples. Her head was high and her gaze level; her deep brown eyes fixed on a distance spot beyond the room. She rose and fell slowly and steadily on the shaft of the designated tester between her legs; devoted to impressing him during this evaluation assessment session. During the Total Woman Academy coaching sessions, Angelina had been tutored to begin with a stable rhythm following the penile insertion, striving to provide her partner with moderate initial sensations. Those Symbian-facilitated trainings were now replaced with a real flesh and blood partner. Her whole being was now fixed on the experience of Ned's swollen cock in her cunt. She tried to keep her thoughts uncluttered and her body's actions focused on giving Ned as much pleasure as possible for as long as possible. Her training included power yoga for muscle tone and meditation for stamina. Her toned thigh muscles worked like pistons to that purpose and she sustained her even strokes. If and when Ned desired a change of position or speed, she would follow his lead. Ned mentally counted the number of strokes Angelina performed in this upright position. When they had started this latest sexual evaluation performance, she had followed his command to begin with these up and down moves.. He knew extended repetition with this stroke could be tiring for the young woman but it was a major test of her abilities. Ned quit counting after Angelina surpassed the benchmark number of strokes for this sophomore level test. He let her run on, curious how long she would go before showing signs of muscle fatigue. Angelina never faltered and he decided that the over-count was more than enough for this step in his evaluation assessment of her. Ned moved his hands to lightly touch Angelina's knees propped beside his torso. She issued a slow quiet breath of acknowledgement at this modest touch. Her attentiveness returned quietly to the room. She awaited his command without altering her unhurried movements. Ned gave her knees a few gentle push pull signals. Without any overt acknowledgement, Angelina complied with Ned's direction. On the next stroke, she sank fully to the bottom, hesitated and began the new forward and backward motion commanded by her evaluator. It felt nice to have a real man's warm muscle squeezed inside her moist channel. She slid her buttocks backward along his legs and she felt Ned's cock knob drag along the length of her cunt wall. The buried corona brushed her G spot and she slowed it near her vaginal lips. She rotated her cunt a little steeper on the next cycle. Ned's body jumped on that stroke; it was a particularly effective one. Ned's reaction endorsed the stimulation move that Angelina had hitherto only practiced on inanimate objects. She now knew it truly could kindle a special exhilaration in her male partner by stimulating the hyper-sensitive nerves clustered in that penile nook. Slowing the cock's slide just on the verge of falling out, she raised her hips and pushed forward to entirely reseat Ned's man meat. On the reverse stroke, she rolled her hips slightly forward again, pressing the knob's V harder against her cozy vagina membranes. Ned had anticipated her move and the terrific vaginal caress. He moaned his encouragement. Angelina fell into this new tempo. Ned was delighted with the tidiness of the transition and thought Angelina's skills were showing adequate improvement. Angelina kept the pace as she daydreamed about the journey that had brought her naked loveliness to this very place and time where her naked loveliness was saddled up on the erection of this wonderful man. Her childhood had been happy; her parents loving and supportive. They let her enjoy a free-spirited life in her affluent exurb neighborhood. She flirted with the popular boys at school and frolicked in their beds and backseats. But she found them selfish, entertaining themselves with her body but inept at sharing the ecstasies she deserved. After a handful of feeble attempts, she discarded each in turn and sought out more promising prospects. But the disappointments continued. As graduation approached, her classmates were visiting colleges and planning their futures. When she asked her parents about college, they revealed that she would carry on the family legacy. She had been enrolled at birth, just as her mother before her, at the Total Woman Academy. Her first visit to the campus was impressive. The grounds and facilities appeared first-rate. The staff was gracious and accommodating. Her proud mother pointed out the various award plaques in the expansive lobby. There was her mother's maiden name on the TWA Best Graduating Student. It was dated a few years before she married Angelina's father. Total Woman Academy was founded as an elite private school dedicated to a single purpose: produce the most suitable companions for the movers and shakers of the world. Superior intelligence, beauty and poise were the time-honored principles. Intelligence was understood to be a worthwhile profession. Engineering, science, business and finance degrees were achieved through online courses of study from prestigious institutions. Beauty was more than skin-deep. Regardless of their outward appearance, they learned to bolster and illuminate their natural blessings through balanced diet, exercise and proper feminine grooming. Blemishes could be veiled and vitality radiated. Cosmetic surgery was forbidden, along with tattoos and piercings. Group and individual aerobics, yoga and weigh training created a genuine healthy physique. But all of that was unexceptional without the discipline of Poise. Poise set the TWA graduate apart from all others. Poise is the runway model's strides and poses. It's the self-confidence of proper manners. It's the engagement of all the woman's capacities to make her companions feel desired and appreciated. Sexual proficiencies were essential. The students worked incessantly on mental and physical exercises that freed their minds from the silly social stigmas that hindered their greater potential. Within elite masculine circles, a Total Woman Academy graduate was eagerly sought and the stock was kept purposefully in short supply. Total Woman Academy had limited class sizes; potential candidates were sparingly selected from alumni referrals and discrete recruitment on more pedestrian college campuses. Total Woman Academy sustained itself through endowments and contributions. Undergraduate students received full scholarships and support. Countless Academy alumni marveled at the unprecedented rewards that the unparalleled training brought to their public careers and private lives. They established alumni funds and maintained connections for candidate and graduate referrals. The Academy also maintained close affiliation with a powerful consortium of privileged elites. Whispered rumors told of this fabled group of pledge contributors who splurged generously to attend the facilities as guest coach tutors. The students reaped the benefits of the anonymous men's stern carnal lessons. Sometimes unsuspecting students arrived at scheduled tutoring sessions to find less anonymous males like fathers and uncles eager to teach the syllabus. The surprised young lady would be compelled to relinquish her timeworn inhibitions and wallow in the decadence of spontaneous incest with her older family member. On rare opportunities, an upper level student was allowed to be a pledge contributor's showcase escort for a fund-raising or other public ceremony. She was encouraged to later reward her host's generous public service with her own donation of intimate personal service. Angelina's own scholastic path had been amazing, filled with thrills and growth. She was anxious to continue on to her junior year. That meant staying focused on the present, particularly this important day and night. The testing had started this afternoon with a short drive to a luxury hotel suite. Their time was sparsely infused with banal chatter, the kind any casual acquaintances might use to pass the time. Arriving in their suite, Ned had wasted no time in commanding Angelina to undress him. She was quick to respond but let the disrobing be unhurried. When she was finished, the naked Ned yanked off her sleeveless sundress and bared her well-formed body to his view. He liked what he saw. Angelina had avoided bothersome undergarments and Ned was enflamed by her nubile wholesomeness. Without further ado, he simply plopped her nude ass on the bed and climbed between her accommodating thighs. He plunged in, exploiting her juicy cunt like the high school boys had done. Her squishy breasts teased his chest. He achieved a quick cum that relieved his sexual pressure. Thereby, Angelina had passed her first test, proving herself unhesitant in accommodating a spellbound man's impatient lust. Feeling less stressed and wanting to cleanup, Ned pulled Angelina to the shower. She washed him, using body scrub and a sponge to cleanse his muscular toned body. Her efforts were thorough, rinsing away the residue of travel and sex. Ned took his accustomed liberties. The visual overture that led to their first fucking was followed up by this more thorough scrutiny of his work assignment. Angelina's face was outlined with strawberry red hair and illuminated by her big brown eyes. A splattering of sunny freckles descended below her shoulders but faded away at her cleavage. Ned's hands splayed everywhere across her wet skin. He clutched her ass cheeks, measuring their resiliency. He pressed her belly, finding it buff and tough. That sturdy core implied stamina for lengthy episodes of sex. His grips of her thighs found strong legs. They were perfect for stabilizing a hyper-active male and his uncontrolled thrusts. Ned could tell that Angelina had embraced her physical training. Moreover, the shower droplets pearled on a patch of pubes above her pussy. Angelina shaved all but a neat little triangle. Ned, like a lot of other men, was especially fond of redheads. It was extra enchanting to discover a natural one like the adorable Angelina where the carpet matched the draperies. And finally, Ned turned his attention to the magnificent man magnets that Angelina sported on her chest. Angelina's teardrop boobs were full but not saggy. The masses filled his hands but no more. The ruby colored caps rebounded from his pinch. He recalled how the rosy points had tickled his chest, asserting their presence during their previous romp. Ned thought about continuing their copulation under the falling water but at his age he needed time to refract his libido. In his earlier years, Ned had been the senior coach tutor, participating daily in the scheduled activities that transformed the eager young ladies into self-assured young women. Now, at middle age, he was elevated to assessing their progress after the young women adsorbed the sensual curriculum from the limited number of other coach tutors. He confirmed and recorded each young woman's intelligence, beauty and poise and determined if they were ready to be advanced to the next level of sensual tutelage. During his career, Ned had encountered a few exceptional females. All of the TWA graduates would be exceptional female companions in the mundane world but, by Total Woman Academy's rigorous standards, Ned could grade them only satisfactory for grade advancement. Angelina, on the other hand, was on the road to exceptional ratings by any standard. Room service dinner was consumed while naked by her, of course, and a towel waist wrap for Ned. Ned still needed more time to rebuild his verve. He lay in bed as Angelina demonstrated freshman level tactile talents. She lazily petted him everywhere with lips and tongue: eyes, ears, nose, toes, nipples, belly button, cracks and crevices. She was not allowed to place her mouth on his groin. She would learn stupendous oral skills during her coming junior school year. She must wait until her promotion testing thereafter to prove those evolving skills to Ned. They cuddled and spooned into a twilight slumber. Ned woke in the night and was aroused again by Angelina's warm ass lying against his crotch. His cock rose to press her cushy ass cheeks. He gingerly caressed her naked flank. Angelina came out of her slumber and dutifully rolled over to face him. Making eye contact, Ned glanced downward and her hand reached there and enclosed his erection. He was very hard. Ready to prove her worth, she slid her whole body over him and sat astride his pelvis. She moved the bed covers away from their bodies clearing a workspace for her next examination. Ned told her she could begin. Angelina raised her toned butt above his groin and submerged the tip of his stiffened cock in her cunt. Moving downward, she set a pace and length for the up-and-down strokes as guided by Ned's hands on her butt. Content with her compliance, Ned relaxed back into the sheets with his arms behind his head and began the mental count of strokes. After Angelina performed adequate repetitions in the up and down category, Ned was pleased at the way she had heeded the touch on her knees and had retooled flawlessly into the new back-and-forth cycle. Ned noticed when she added her hip-roll rhythm and technique; it was outstanding. Ned was ready to give Angelina her passing grade as he felt the approaching end of this evaluation step. Angelina saw Ned's head tilt back, heard his pre-orgasmic sounds and returned her focus fully to the room and the task before her. She prepared herself for the imminent finale of her efforts. This time, she intended to join Ned's orgasm. Poise principles taught that the female ought to orgasm if and when it might enrich the male's pleasure or ego. Ned's breathing shortened and gusted in a final windup. Angelina halted fully embedded at the precise moment when Ned's cock was set to gush. She clenched hard with her cunt muscles in order to add resistance to the effort Ned would need to ejaculate. She trusted that the squeeze would enhance Ned's climax and maximize his approval of her performance. Ned pressed his head deeper into the pillow and growled loudly The prickly tingling started in the nerves of his toes, spread up his twitching legs and crashed into his groin just as the first pulse jetted up and out of his cock. His eyes screwed shut. He saw stars and polygons of color under his eyelids as the following three bursts erupted. Just before his essence charged into her receptacle, Angelina felt Ned's pelvis strain upward as his back arched. She clamped her cunt even harder, using the clench to hold on. Her primal senses joined his burst with an orgasm that washed away her consciousness. She felt her cunt throb in ecstasy. Her vaginal muscles wrung the blood out of masculine erection and feminine membranes. She hoped Ned could feel her orgasmic cunt contractions running up and down his cock. She hoped that she had learned her lessons well. While the heat ebbed and hazy consciousness slowly returned, Angelina vaguely remembered how Ned's twitching leg muscles had pulsed pleasantly against her soft inner thighs. She wondered how she should build on that sensory exchange to propel her future mates into higher and longer ejaculations. It was definitely a question for her next coach tutor. Hopefully, he would give her extra sessions to practice his recommendations to perfection. Angelina opened her eyes and watched Ned for signs of his next requirements of her. His eyes opened slowly and he curled a slight smirk of satisfaction. He motioned with one sideways head shake for her to dismount. Angelina unsheathed his shrinking flesh and glided to her back by his side. She rested her neck in the crook of his arm. He pecked her on the cheek. She rolled on her side to face him and he kissed her again on the lips. "That step went well", he whispered and, turning his head away to slip off to sleep. Angelina moved her free arm and cradled his deflated cock in her hand. She held it with a tranquil stillness, quietly ready to act on whatever Ned's next step required. She wanted Ned to report favorably on her progress. She dozed off. ---------------------------------------------- Ned woke with the dawn's light filling the room. Angelina's palm cupped his flaccid organ in gentle contact. With the test criteria completed, he had her fully evaluated and he halfheartedly lifted her hand free. She opened her eyes at his touch and smiled invitingly. Ned sighed and shook his head 'No'. In the bathroom, Angelina filled the tub for his morning bath. Ned lowered himself into the warm floral scented bubbles. Angelina kneeled naked beside the tub and leaned in as she washed him. Her red hair was twirled into a bun with some loose tendrils hanging around her head. Her hand dragged along his cock. Her breasts dangled teasingly below her chest. When she moved to sweep Ned's body with water and bubbles, her nipples dragged in the suds. Ned gazed at them fondly, reached out and caressed the proffered globes. He was thinking of an extracurricular test step with Angelina in the tub, again mounted up on his stirring cock. But time was short. After a quick tweak of her nipple, he moved to sit up but Angelina pressed him gently back into foamy water. She thought Ned had more cum in him and she wanted to prove she could bring it out. Angelina's hand slowly slid back and forth on Ned's manhood. She found a way to circle her thumb on the newly confirmed penile nerve cluster. Ned's cock grew rigid under her ministrations. Angelina leaned in and kissed Ned deeply, feeling his hands return to kneading her wet dangling breasts. He panted his growing ardor as Angelina kept her face close to his. She pecked his lips between his throaty wheezes. Ned arched his back in pre-orgasmic spasms. He cried out; Angelina flicked her tongue inside his open mouth, grazing his trembling tongue. Ned jetted out his last ejaculation of their all-nighter into Angelina's quivering soapy fingers. When Ned recovered enough to emerge from the tub, Angelina toweled him dry and helped him dress. With all of Ned's required evaluation assessment categories attended to, she cleaned, preened and donned her scanty schoolgirl uniform. She must be properly attired for arrival at their destination. Angelina would be delivered to the Total Woman Academy's junior campus. She would continue her studies at the higher level facility now that Ned was satisfied that she had accomplished her sophomore year learning goals. ----------------------------------------- Ned drove through the gate into the wide driveway of the mini-estate. The few acres of grounds were surrounded by a tall masonry wall which looked trendy and decorative but was purposed to provide functional security for the campus. Although newly constructed, the buildings had classic Greek revival architecture with brick sides and a white colonnaded entrance. They matched the architecture of the rest of the upscale neighborhood. Inside, the mansion and out-buildings were filled with specially equipped bedrooms, baths and large common rooms. Ned helped Angelina alight from the car as the mansion's front door opened. Mrs. Jones, the housemother, walked down the broad porch steps and waved a hello. Total Woman Academy 01 Redux "Ned, so glad you're here. You must be Angelina. I am pleased to meet you. Congratulations on completing your sophomore year. Your classmates are waiting inside. Some will be new to you but you may recognize others who were promoted ahead of you. Anyway, go on in, they are in the great room to the left." Ned stood by the housemother while Angelina skipped up the steps, revealing to the bemused adults her bare ass beneath her perky plaid school skirt before she hurried inside. Shortly, the excited buzz of girlish greetings showed that Angelina was getting a warm welcome. Chuckling, Ned exchanged bijoux cheek kisses with the housemother. "Ned, how do you manage to handle all of these evaluation assessments and promotions?" Ned laughed. "Well, it's a tough job but someone has to do it!" "So, how is Angelina's progress?" "She's gaining confidence. Every move she makes is intended to titillate her sex partner." Ned remembered Angelina's flutters on his tongue as she masturbated him in the bath. "She's getting curious about fellatio. Is it too early to book me in for her junior to senior evaluation assessment? I want to see how well she learns the oral arts this semester." "Oh, Ned, I can do better than that. A TWA junior needs her first blowjob lesson to be from a man who forces his hard erection deep down her throat. It's always best to get her quickly past the rough stuff. Once she learns to suppress her gag reflex, she feels confident and has nothing more to fear about taking a fat cock deep in her mouth. Can you spare some time for Angelina's first lesson in a week or so?" Ned liked Ms. Jones proposal. He pictured Angelina's pretty freckled nose smashed against his groin, struggling to remove his embedded cockhead from her throat. Of course, she would fail to overpower his grip on her hair, just like all the ones before her. With subsequent invasions, she would master her gag reflex and struggle less and less as her day, or maybe days, with Ned played out. From then on, she would discover the varied tastes, textures and sizes of the coach tutors cocks. Over time, she would learn which robust technique or delicate caresses best pampered a particular paramour and served up her newest favorite nectar. "Okay, I'll take the first few days and then she can practice and improve with the other coach tutors over the remaining school year. But I want to be assigned as her evaluation assessor when she is ready to advance to senior year." "We'll try, Ned, but no promises." With interlocked arms, they ascended to the house. Inside the front door, Ned glanced left into the great room and heard the excited chattering. A dozen casually dressed attractive young women surrounded Angelina. They were rejuvenating old friendships and making new ones. It looked like a sorority party. Mrs. Jones pulled Ned down the hallway to her office in the rear of the house. "You need to file Angelina's evaluation assessment report before your focus wanders elsewhere." Ned plopped down at the computer terminal and logged into Angelina's record. Their in-transit discussions showed she was very intelligent and was keeping up with the academic texts and lecture materials. Angelina comprehended the material and was able to apply it to current events at a post-Sophomore level. He noted a few topics where she would benefit from tutoring by upper classmates or self-paced online resources. But intellectually, she was on schedule. Ned noted that Angelina's beauty was not stunning but certainly grabbed a lot of second looks. She was physically fit, her natural coloring allowed her to use cosmetics sparingly and she enjoyed dressing in flirty but respectable fashions. Ned certainly approved of her stamina. He recommended increased intensity in the physical training only because she would plateau below her potential if not continually challenged. During the final drive today, Ned had asked Angelina about her sensations during climax in their late night session. Angelina described her experiments at mentally floating away from the here and now using Yoga techniques. While her body stirred in uninterrupted cyclical motions, she was able to ignore its pain or fatigue signals. She focused her mind elsewhere and enjoyed the pleasure signals only. Ned noted this trait and recommended that Angelina tutor this technique to the other students. Documentation responsibilities concluded, he was now free to wander and explore the campus. Down the hallway, he passed the great room again. Most of the students had returned to their studies elsewhere on the compound. Angelina was still there seated on a stool with two new acquaintances standing over her. Ned imagined the older girls had already begun regaling her about the Academy's lurid sucking sagas. Angelina's new cohorts were peering down her wide open mouth with a penlight and a wooden tongue depressor, judging the maximum size Angelina would be able to accommodate during the coming year. Ned watched through the open doorway. The students saw him, turned away giggling and ceased their examination. Angelina gazed peacefully at Ned, contented in her new surroundings and ready for the coming scholastics. Ned stared back into the deep brown pools of Angelina's eyes. By the end of the month, he would perform his own examination of Angelina's oral cavity, using his erect cock to measure the distance from her lips to her tonsils and beyond. He mused on his earlier visual of a squirming Angelina lip-locked to the root on his penis. He gave her a smug nod and turned back to the hallway. 'Patience, old man' he thought, 'all in good time'. Ned climbed the central staircase to the upstairs bedrooms and classrooms. Several study areas were occupied by students wearing headphones and typing on computers. As distance learners, they were attending the best colleges available anywhere on the globe. Ned passed the door to the common study room. Students in small groups were cross tutoring classmates. Most of the bedroom doors were closed but a few were open revealing the modest sleeping quarters of the students. Flute music emanated from one and inside a skimpily clad female was lounging in bed with a book on Yoga meditation. Ned stopped to gaze upon the quiet scene. He was unfamiliar with this particular beauty. He hoped she would soon be due for promotion. He was sure he would relish performing her evaluation assessment; especially if she was interested in Yoga techniques. She looked up meekly and Ned nodded 'hello'. The student stood up and politely returned his greetings. Ned admired the way her breasts and hips were domed by the shear loose material of her nightie. The single translucent layer teasingly revealed the darker circles and triangle at nipple and groin. Ned inquired about the book and she leaned over the bed to pick it up, breasts jostling as she leaned in. She handed the book to Ned. He looked it over, front cover and back. He then held the book toward her but a little out of her reach. She leaned forward to retrieve it, her breasts again jostling under the robe,. Ned advised her to seek out Angelina for advanced meditation techniques. She nodded and stood waiting for any other advice. Ned turned and left. He heard the bed springs squeak as the student lay down to read some more. The larger training and common rooms were downstairs. One had a padded floor where the students practiced aerobics and dancercise. It was adjacent to the free weight room with its accompanying benches, steppers, treadmills and cable machines. The machines currently in use provided a panorama of bouncing tight butts and jiggling thin clad boobs. Time passed as Ned lingered and ogled. Mrs. Jones slinked up and tapped his arm. "See anything you like?" she asked. "All of them" Ned replied without disturbing his daydreaming. "Well, you might get your chance. The scheduling office just called. One of the pledge contributors has offered a substantial pledge and needs a proper date for an elegant fund raiser. We are sending one of the advanced juniors over to fulfill the pledge particulars. She's in there exercising but I won't tell you which one. It will be my little surprise for you. You leave this afternoon but she isn't due at the soiree for another two days. Time enough for you to get thoroughly acquainted or maybe just reacquainted with her." Ned understood that any evaluation assessment for this trip was superfluous but he would not disclose that to his travel mate. No opportunity for performance coaching should be lost and Ned was keen on providing impromptu coaching opportunities. Peeling his thoughts away from the gymnasts, Ned followed Mrs. Jones onto the sundeck and pool area. Being late morning, only a few of the scattered chaise lounges were occupied. However, all of their occupants were working on an even tan. Wadded swimsuits and suntan lotion were lying near each chair. A buxom nude swimmer emerged from the pool. Her youthful boobs jiggled as she passed where Ned and Mrs. Jones stood, giving a shy quick smile and a short wrist wave as greeting. Ned eyes followed her sashaying ass as she sauntered to an empty lounge chair. The soaked creature smoothed the towel, lay face up on it and donned arrow eye covers. Ned was surprised by her actions. She had flaunted the Academy's accepted protocols. That was entirely unacceptable considering the healthy discipline promoted by the Academy. Ned strolled to her lounge, prepared to remedy this intolerable situation. "Young lady, you must reapply a thorough coat of sunscreen after that plunge in the pool. You could get sunburn. Let me help you." Her hands lifted the eyeshades and she nodded her acknowledgement of his advice and offer of assistance. Ned steadied himself with a hand on her moist thigh as he reached down for the sunscreen bottle. Her skin was cool from the dip in the pool but beginning to warm. She watched as he smoothed the lotion over her toned legs. She raised her arms so he could cover them properly, and then used her hands to put the excess cream on her face and neck. She lowered her hands to rest at her sides. Ned watched but she waited, holding his gaze and fighting back a small smile at his slow comprehension of her silent invitation. Her torso needed sunscreen and Ned said he wanted to help. Ned got the meaning and plowed ahead, applying the lotion liberally. He slathered a coating of the slippery concoction onto her pelvis, groin and stomach. He spent some time in the shaved triangle between her legs. He spread the lotion thoroughly where the ghost of a tan line still showed. He approached the orbs on her chest. He slicked up his hands again and started with wide circles around the perimeter of her chest. She scrunched her neck to watch his hands as they decreased the radius of the circles. Ned palmed the outside of her generous breasts. She tensed, anticipating an underarm tickle. Instead, Ned fluttered his fingers against the mounds. Her breasts quaked like jelly. Ned proceeded to grip the spongy masses in his hands and kneaded them like bread dough. She eased back and enjoyed his touch. Ned used his thumb pads to circle the edges of the areoles. She closed her eyes and moaned sweetly as the caress transmitted a tingle to her groin. Ned relinquished his boob handling and stood tall over her, moving to place his shadow over her puzzled face. "In the future, young lady, please be more careful about sunburn protection." The nude student started to sulk. She seemed frustrated at Ned's abrupt halt after thoroughly oiling her up. But the exotic young lady, well versed in etiquette, weakly smiled and politely thanked Ned for his ministrations. As he walked away, he glanced back over his shoulder to spy the shimmery-skinned student panting with her mouth wide open, using one hand to make circular caresses on her oily clitoris and the other on her slippery areolae. She was furiously fulfilling her finger-fueled orgasm that Ned had forsaken. Ned was melancholy about leaving the facility this afternoon. The pledge contributor's escort logistics would temporarily call him elsewhere but he would return soon enough to be of service again. His primary mission was to help these eager growing women find the pleasing and prosperous lives promised to them by the Total Woman Academy.