The study itself amazes me further, as it appears to have almost more books than the school's library. The room is large, several tables, with books o...en and papers strewn about, old pieces of parchment, maps, globes. In the far left corner of the room is a fireplace, and two chairs, one of which contains Professor Lambeau. In the right corner, a couch whose arms look rather worn.I walk over to the chair slowly, cautiously, afraid of what's going to happen, if I can handle this. Professor. I could confide in him. ‘You’ll probably find this strange,’ I began and Mick frowned. ‘Do you remember Gaynor?’ Mick’s frown deepened. ‘Gaynor? Gaynor?’ he mused. The penny dropped. ‘The nurse? Oh yes, I remember her,’ and he rolled both hands in front of his chest. ‘Big boobs, enormous. You and her went out for a while, didn’t you? Before you moved. Yes, you did,’ he answered his own question. Then: ‘Why? What’s happened?’ I took a swallow of beer and began the story of Gaynor contacting me. We both watched mesmerised as she teased her nipples with a fingertip on each.“My name really is Michael but I am seriously bisexual and I also go by the name of Michelle. As you can see I had my boobs done but kept my best feature which appeals to both sexes.“Would one of you ladies help me off with my skirt?” Michelle asked with her hands on her hips.It was very obvious by now when I looked at the bulge under her skirt that Michelle had a good-sized cock under it.I always enjoy undressing a. .He laughed. "Oh, you are that kind of slut. Sweet, I thought so." He continued. "Yeah, you would be thrashed and lashed, maybe even branded. Certainly you'd have those nipples pierced. The clit ... that would come later." Later?" Jori asked.The man didn't reply for a few minutes. Jori felt the car turning to the right and then the road under the car become rougher. She was bounced around a bit as they moved over what was obviously a poorly maintained road. Finally he grunted "Almost there, and.