Christine is talented and smart. She's intelligent and funny.
She brings people together and the work that she has done has been excellent.
I've got absolutely no complaint about her as an academic. And that's independent of her other skills.
I promise you, I'm not letting those tits or that ass bias my judgment. I'm not taking her cock sucking skills into account. I'm not thinking about how tight her pussy is around my dick when I tell you this.
You're shaking your head at me with a smile, I know.
But you're going to be proven wrong if you think I'm letting my cock bias my judgment.
Besides, aren't I supposed to be looking out for my girlfriend?
Let's drop the ethical implications here for a second about whether it's right or wrong to sleep with a stu
dent and be on a panel deciding her entry into a prestigious program.
Instead, let's look at the ethics of nature.
Universities haven't been around more than maybe 800 years. The UN hasn't been around even a 100 years.
But for thousands of years we've had men protecting and looking out for their women. Making sure they had enough food, water, and shelter to take care of their families.
Yeah, I'm thinking like a fucking cave man, but I am here to protect Christine. No other guy is going to do it for her. If he did, he'd probably want to fuck her too and then we'd have a problem, because he'd probably be dead.
So you can't blame me for wanting to protect her. And right now, I promise you, protecting her is trying to get her not to think about this situation that we're in.
Which is going to be harder said than done.
She starts the pressure from the morning.
Right as I wake up, I'm under assault from Christine Jalili.
Her hand is already working my cock under the blankets before my eyes fucking open.
I look over and she smiles at me.
"Hey big boy," she purrs. "Thought I'd wake up with a morning snack."
Before I can say anything, she dives her head under the covers. A second later I feel her warm mouth engulf the tip of my cock.
I sigh.
She continues her ministrations.
I groan.
I'm about to cum she's that good.
But that's when she stops.
I'm a little puzzled when her head pops out the blankets. She looks at me.
"Tell me why you don't want to talk about how fucking unethical and improper it is that you nominated me for the Consultancy Program and are judging me?" she says, her eyes narrowing at me.
Fucking hell.
My balls are ready to burst and she's looking at me, making it very clear that she's not doing anything until I answer her question.