Amy's, of course

The slim brunette's tight lips slide all the way up and down your stiff shaft, her tongue curling and dancing over the head with every cycle. Despite the activities of the night before, you can already feel yourself approaching the pinnacle of ecstasy, thanks to the talented teen's expert ministrations. She is cupping your balls with one hand and suddenly slips them into her stuffed mouth, going from long strokes to rotating bobbing motions. The change in sensation is too much for you and almost immediately, your spunk is released to gush into her waiting belly.

Breathing heavily, you pat the young woman on the head and praise her for an excellent blow job. She finishes licking the last flecks of cum from your dick and says "Thank-you, sir. Miss Clarke gave me some deep throat training earlier this morning and I think I'm much better at it now."

"Miss Clarke?" you ask.

"The woman who's making us breakfast? That is her name, isn't it?"

The moment you wonder who she is, the information floods into your mind from the Rulebook: Susan Clarke is your most senior postdoc, a blonde in her mid twenties. Before you made the college women only, that position was held by a modest young man called Ashley who, as the saying goes, had much to be modest about. You don't know much about his replacement, but simply from the skills she's apparently imparted to the schoolgirl so recently pleasuring you, you consider her a vast improvement.

"Doctor Clarke, yes," you reply, smoothly. "If breakfast is on its way, we'd better get ready."

"Would you like me to wash your back in the shower, sir?"

You would like that very much indeed and ask her to run the water to the right temperature whilst you attend to the rest of your ablutions. There doesn't seem much point in being shy at this point, after all. When you join her in the shower, it is indeed at a pleasant temperature, and Amy quickly soaps her hands and begins to lather you front and back, starting at the top and working her way down. The simple act is surprisingly enjoyable and within a few minutes, you are clean and also dry, thanks to Amy's attentiveness with the towels. She dries herself whilst you get dressed and ties her wet hair into a loose bun as you don't have enough of your own to warrant the ownership of a hairdryer.

The two of you head downstairs together, to find Susan standing beside the table which bears the full fried breakfast she has prepared, along with a generous continental selection. She's dressed in black sandals, a white blouse and sage green skirt, perhaps slightly longer than that of most of your students, running to just above mid thigh. She holds out your chair so you can sit and asks whether Amy will be joining you at the table for breakfast, but you know she needs to leave soon, so that she can get home in time to change for school, so you say your goodbyes instead.

"Thank-you sir, thank-you miss, I mean doctor," she says with a radiant smile. "I had a lovely time staying over and I learned a lot from both of you."

"Miss is fine. Anyway, you have my number," adds your blonde postdoc. "Please do call if I can help you prepare for your interview, or if you need any more advice." Clearly the two young women got to know each other quite well whilst you were sleeping and Susan hustles the schoolgirl out, into the hall, to dress and depart, whilst you tuck into the marvellous repast in front of you.

When she returns, Susan has some news for you. "Since you haven't had a chance to mark the essays from your intermediate students, I took the liberty of making some notes for you on the academic network. I hope that was alright. Also, the research group is getting on very well with the amendments you wanted to your monograph, so I'll let you know when we have it finalized and when the bibliography is complete."

"Right," you answer, slightly stunned by the avalanche of information coming your way. Before you found the Rulebook, your monograph was languishing in the limbo of procrastination, but it seems your new, improved graduate students have finished it for you. "Thank-you Susan. Er, how is your own work coming on?"

"Oh! Very well, thank-you for asking, Professor. I think I told you that I'd been accepted for publication? It's not due out until the December issue but after that I just have a few things to tidy up before I can really get stuck into the Katzenberger thing. It helps that our grads are such a dream team. My doctoral students are so competent that supervising them is a breeze, although that's probably why you chose to give them to me, right, Professor?"

You nod as though you remember doing exactly that. You wouldn't have trusted Ashley to supervise a doctoral candidate on his best day, but you always thought they needed quite a bit of hand-holding, so maybe you just have a better cadre of candidates now.

While you finish eating, Susan orders a taxi to take you to campus, paying for it herself as a matter of course. The meal is excellent and the cab arrives almost exactly as you're ready to leave, locking the door behind you and your student. She waves goodbye and sets off in the direction of the college on foot, but you call her back and offer to share the taxi, since she paid for it. She seems quite overcome with gratitude for this simple act of kindness and the two of you have a stimulating discussion about your shared areas of interest on the way.

When the car drops you off at the campus car park closest to the lecture hall, Susan disappears off to the office your research group occupies and you head into the separate lecture theatres at the same time as the previous group of students is leaving. You make your way to the stage and get set up whilst the previous lecturer cleans his notes off the blackboards, which flank the giant interactive projection screen operated by the computer under the dais, a quaint juxtaposition of the traditional and cutting-edge. You place your notes side by side on the three lecterns and check that the correct media are loaded into your workspace on the university server, then quickly skim through the notes to prepare for the lecture. You could do the whole thing digitally, but you find it easier to follow if all the notes are laid out together on paper rather than a computer screen.

The quieting of the general hum indicates that the students have finished filing into the hall and are ready for you to begin.