On late steamy evening I was called into the dean's private area. I arrived all hot and slightly damp as it was a hot day and the school's air conditioner was being worked on. As I thrust myself into his private area I noticed the dean's gaze was peircing my boyish chest. His slightly balding head was glimmering as a tiny drop of sweat slowly moved down is stubble filled cheeks to his strong chin. There I noticed his shirt collar was just open far enough to where I could cath a glimpse of his gratisfying chest as it rippled as he slowly sat down on the couch. He then jestered that I approach him. By the time I reached him my heart was fluttering with excitement. Apparently he too was strikingly excited as I glanced at his lap.
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