Wait and see what develops

You decide that the best thing to do for now is to simply wait and see what else you can learn. Trying to get word to Zack just has too many risks.

Dr. Burbank speaks for a few more minutes, answering some questions. At last, he finishes and says, “So I’ve given each of you an assignment, except for Logan and Amy. Logan, I want you to get on the computer and monitor the social media accounts of both of these boys. If either Justin or Zack say anything, I want to know about it..” He looks briefly at you and says, “Amy, you come with me. Your job is in here.” Without waiting for a reply, he turns and steps into a nearby room.

You get up and follow him. As you pass Logan, a fresh wave of Amy’s memories flood through your consciousness. You can practically feel his strong hands groping your tits and his palm rubbing your clothed crotch. A shiver of arousal rushes through you, and you feel your panties suddenly grow damp.

You **** your attention away from Logan and nearly run into Jeff. You mutter an apology, but Jeff leans in and whispers, “You REALLY have me turned on, Babe! Hurry up and get done whatever Burbank wants you to do, so we can take care of the really important stuff!”

His voice and the feeling of his breath on your ear evokes another onslaught of Amy’s memories, and you see multiple images flashing through your brain of quick, frantic sessions of hurried, passionate sex. You see through Amy’s eyes the sight of being in a dimly-lit stairwell and feel the cold steel of the handrail in your hands as you hold onto it, bent over, with Jeff humping you like a rabbit in heat. Another memory is outdoors, behind a fraternity house, partially obscured by bushes, as Jeff lays on the grass, pants pulled to his knees, and you straddle him, riding him hard and fast.

Your panties are now well beyond damp. They are soaked as you mentally relive just a few of Amy’s many sexual dalliances. Jeff gives you a quick peck on the cheek and rushes off to tend to his tasks. You take a deep breath and attempt to collect your thoughts. Remembering that Dr. Burbank is waiting for you, you try to calm your rapidly-beating heart and follow him into the nearby room. He is waiting for you, just inside the doorway. As you walk in, he closes the door behind you.

Trying to maintain character, you adopt a professional, respectful voice and say, “Yes, Dr. Burbank... What can I do for you?”

He raises an eyebrow in mild surprise. “Oh, I’m sure you know what you can do for me, Amy.” Without taking his eyes off of you, he unbuckles his belt, unfastens his pants, and pushes them down far enough to release his cock.

The sight of the older man’s semi-hard shaft instantly brings several of Amy’s memories to your awareness. You see her as an undergraduate student in Dr. Burbank’s office, talking to him about her failing grades, and offering a solution to her poor academic performance. As you focus on that memory, you see relive Amy’s experience of getting on her knees, drawing ever closer to Dr. Burbank’s crotch, unzipping his pants, grasping his shaft in her hand for the first time, and wrapping her lips around his cock for the first of a countless number of blowjobs.

A quick perusal of Amy’s memories regarding Dr. Burbank reveal that she spent a significant amount of her undergraduate studies kneeling under the professor’s desk, slobbing on his rod. As aroused as that makes you feel, you can’t help but be more than a little angry toward Dr. Burbank and Amy that a woman of so little actual academic ability was entrusted to perform such a dangerous experiment on you in the first place. No wonder she fucked it up! In fact, it’s fair to say that the only thing Amy has ever excelled in at college is fucking.

You realize you haven’t moved since Dr. Burbank pulled out his prick, and he is staring at you curiously, studying your reaction.