Too late

Dr. Bowers continues to sit on your face while your tongue is lapping away at her asshole. Other female assistants of college age are not fazed by her nudity and ask Dr. Bowers questions about the research project that is soon starting. She answers them with long explainations as if she is sitting at a desk instead of on your face. She is handed a clipboard by one of the attendants and you can see her elbow move like she is jotting something down. She hands the clipboard back and twists her neck to see you down below her ass.

"This project is for woman who will succeed someday with whatever they set their mind to." She pauses then says, "And you will be the support they need to get this done. Everything is riding on you. Don't let me down."

She then gives someone a few final orders and lifts off your face. She is buttoning up her lab coat when she notices your tongue still moving. She tells you to stop. Now being able to move your jaw, you try to explain your situation.

"I didn't know this is what I would be doing." You gulp. "I'm not sure I can do this."

She looks down at you, and not in a nice way to say, "You'll get used to it. Don't worry. We have had a lot of response from students for this project." She accepts another clipboard from a perky co-ed helping her out wearing a tight tee-shirt outlining her round breasts. Dr. Bowers checks something off with a pen and hands it back. "We have had the women undergo a special questionnaire that will weed out any sympathetic, weak-minded woman." She clutches your jaw in her hand and says, "You're going to do just fine." Then she reaches in her pocket to pull out a tiny object. "And this will go in your ear so you can hear my commands." She shoves an earpiece into your left ear.

She turns and raises her voice to someone across the room. "Are we ready?"

"Yes," a female out of sight replies.

You hear a door open and a female college student with a plain face and wearing glasses enters in a robe. She is instructed to get out of the robe and climb up the small steps someone had put there for that purpose. She is instructed to sit on your face. The dark-haired girl snickers and pushes her glasses higher on her nose and then realizes they are serious. She does as she is told and she glances down at you smiling and turns toward the front as her ass settles onto your face. You can see attendants attaching monitors to the student's chest somewhere. And a cicular piece with electric wires is fitted over her head like a sweatband. She is instructed to lift a butt cheek up to spread her ass and you hear Dr. Bower say lick in your left ear. When the woman lowers her ass your tongue is in her asshole licking her bumpy anus. The lights dim and you get the impression she is watching a slide show of images. You lick and lick as the student is getting more comfortable and you feel even more weight press into your face as if before she was trying to hold herself up a little with her legs.

Your tongue never slows down for the whole twenty minutes the experiment lasts. The lights come on and she sits comfortably on your face while the electrodes are removed from her body. Then she is told to come down and her weight is lifted from your face. You hear the command to stop and your tongue comes to a rest. As the naked student is putting on her robe, a female attendant comes over and cleans your face with an **** wet nap.

"Next," you hear someone say.