Good news from your most senior student

You waken to the unusual but intensely pleasurable feeling of a talented mouth slurping on your morning wood. It takes no time at all for memories of the Rulebook to come into your mind and if you were inclined to think the whole thing just a dream, the skilled fellatrix between your thighs is compelling evidence to the contrary.

You push back the covers to see an attractive blonde in her mid twenties, naked but for a pair of stud earrings. She continues with her job, looking up at you while she deep throats you expertly. As soon as you wonder who she is, the information floods into your mind from the Rulebook: this is Susan, your most senior postdoc. 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've hardy had a chance to get acquainted with the woman pleasuring you, but simply from her appearance and current occupation, you consider her a vast improvement.

She cups your balls in one hand, moaning around your cock to add to the stimulation, which quickly raises you towards the pinnacle of ecstasy. You cum into her throat surprisingly quickly considering your activities yesterday and she efficiently licks up all traces of your lust.

"Good morning, Professor," she says with a smile. "Thank-you for allowing me to pleasure you this morning. 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.

"I'd better get on, Susan. Wouldn't want to be late for my lecture."

"Of course, Professor. Breakfast will be on the table by the time you're ready. In the meantime, would you like me to wash your back?"

You look at her sharply, but she returns your gaze with an air of innocence that persuades you her offer was devoid of any ulterior motive, so you simply shake your head and tell her that won't be necessary.

It only takes you five minutes to take a quick shower and another ten to dress and complete your other ablutions. When you return downstairs, you find Susan has 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. As promised, a full fried breakfast is on the dining table along with a generous continental selection. Susan doesn't join you and you suppose she ate earlier.

While you tuck in, 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.