(Sorry for the wait, you two! I didn't receive the e-mail alerts that you'd responded.)<br/><br/><strong>ELVEN SEX GODDES:</strong><br/><br/>You decide that it's safer if you keep your hands to yourselves for now; it's not like Fred has done you any favors, and for all you know, Jack left the front door unlocked when he left. Fred shifts his weight as if her were uncomfortable - he has absolutely<em>no</em>idea what true discomfort felt like, you think with a rueful smile - and clears his throat, looking at what's next on the list. Unless he's had all sorts of miscellaneous items stuck inside him all at once, he had no right to bitch.<br/><br/>Okay, so he hadn't bitched yet, but that was beside the point.<br/><br/>"Only one thing left now," Fred says, dipping his fingers once more into your vagina, and you sigh in a mixture of both relief and frustration. You've been brought so close to climax, and this constant invasion of your pussy isn't helping - it's tempting to just ask him to finish you off as he leads you away.<br/><br/>Fred takes you around to the front of the store, and you start to protest - that big window is there, and somebody could see you, and it was bad enough that two people knew about it and had taken advantage of you...<br/><br/>At last, he comes to a stop at the front register and picks up one of those cans of compressed air. He releases his grasp on you and passes the canned air in your direction, and you're absolutely on<em>fire</em>; you need release and you need it now. While sticking the can inside you would probably do the job, the thought of having Fred bring you to orgasm is also tempting, because it wasn't like he'd have to do much.<br/><br/>So what will you do? Will you BRING YOURSELF TO CLIMAX, or will you HAVE FRED DO IT? Either way, that compressed air needs to go inside you...<br/><br/><strong>CHLOE MILEV:</strong><br/><br/>The professor stops short on your request and glances over at you, hiking an eyebrow. His gaze shifts downward, to your pussy and the garbage bag holding the tests, and he seems to think for a moment.<br/><br/>You resist the urge to fidget under his scrutinizing eyes, because it's awkward enough that your peers can see everything. You've had a grown man ogling you for the better part of a half hour now, if not longer, and this as much as everything else makes you feel like you're on display. You feel the tests unfurl a little bit more, and even though they expand inside you, they slip out further still, and they'll fall out entirely if you don't do something. You rest a hand against the bottom of the tests, trying to fix them even without the professor's saying so, but you're standing and it doesn't work very well...better to at least hold them in place for now.<br/><br/>At last, the professor clears his throat and says, "You'll have to fix it if you want to earn that extra credit." With a pause, he adds, "And I'll double that if you allow me to help you."<br/><br/>Ah, the more time you spend with this man, the more his true nature starts to show. Doubling your extra credit is a tempting offer, but then the professor would get touchy, and regardless of what happens you have to sit down in order to adjust properly. Do you DO IT YOURSELF, or do you TAKE THE PROFESSOR'S OFFER?