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under the
diagram of her ass with Droll’s cock sketched hard and ready behind it. She
imagined that she might have learned the skills needed to help persuade the
Frenchman to the Doctor’s side of the discussion.
     
    Droll continued on unabated. “All
we ask is that our research be heard. We would like an opportunity to
demonstrate our findings to the scientific community and the leading minds in
Paris. I think we have earned a hearing at the very least.”
     
    The Frenchman shook his head. “I
can’t just allow just anyone to have a platform any time they decide that … oh,
I, um, … well, I’m not an unreasonable man, if … we want to discuss this a bit
more I’m open to the … discussion.”
     
    Olivia’s hand worked up and down
under the diagram. The paper rattled as she beat it rhythmically from
underneath. The researcher gripped the seat and took more rapid, labored
breaths.
     
    “Good,” Droll said, “I knew you
were open to reason.”
     
    “Yes, quite reasonable when things
are explained to me in this manner,” the Frenchman said. His hand slid back
along the seat and squeezed her ass over her dress like he were comparing the
real thing to the diagram folded over his hard cock in her hand.
     
    “Squirting or female ejaculation
may be the greatest discovery in our specialized field of human biology since
my discovery of the G spot and even that needs better exposure.” Droll
explained.
     
    “Exposure.” The Frenchman looked
Olivia up and down. “More exposure, yes.”
     
    Olivia unbuttoned her dress with
her free hand and folded it open and away from her breasts. The drawings were
detailed, but still did not do the real flesh justice. He pawed at one and then
the other.
     
    Dr. Droll nodded and looked out the
widow next to them. “An important discovery like this needs to be seen.”
     
    “Yes,” The Frenchman pinched
Olivia’s nipples. “More exposure.”
     
    ***

 
     
    He pulled up her dress and explored
her pussy and ass with his fingers. She folded the diagram up in the back and
slid her mouth down over the head of his cock licking around in circles.
     
    “This discovery could balance our
society.” Dr. Droll stared at the Frenchman without acknowledging that Olivia
was bobbing her head deeper and deeper down his shaft.
     
    The researcher blinked trying to
focus his minds on the Doctor’s words. “What? Balance? How could this create
anything of the sort?”
     
    “Finally, woman will be able to
ejaculate on men as the men have long been able to do upon the faces, chests,
asses, and pussies of women. It will bring us valuable equality and egalitarian
social interactions.”
     
    The Frenchman shook his head at
Droll. “Why would any man want that?”
     
    Olivia thought she needed to up the
effort to convince him. She gave Droll a dark look thinking he did not seem to
appreciate her work to grease the wheels. She slid off the Frenchman’s wet cock
with her mouth and rose up over his lap. He took hold of her ass and dug his
fingers into the flesh of her cheeks. She lifted his cock and teased the lips
of her pussy until he felt sufficiently lubricated and she lowered herself onto
him. The diagram crumpled under her between their bodies. She started grinding
and the Frenchman began bouncing her up and down the length of his cock. She
obliged him and let him work his shaft with her body without worrying about the
G spot for the moment. The Doctor would know when to put on the demonstration.
     
    Dr. Droll stood and took a step
toward them. She reached out and unbuttoned his trousers. Olivia realized that
he was probably coming closer to be heard over the crumple of the paper under
her. She had already started and he wasn’t stopping her, so she figured she
should continue. As she had discovered, a good blowjob solved many a man’s
issues.
     
    “If women can learn to enjoy it,”
Droll said, “then men may find the exotic pleasures of it too.”
     
    “I’m not