There’s a timid knock at the door and I call “come in”.It’s Zuzanna (pronounced ‘Susannah’), a Polish student who is struggling because of...the language barrier. Her spoken English is nearly fluent with a mild accent, but she really struggles with written ‘technical’ English, and she’s in danger of failing my subject. It’s the most linguistically challenging for her. She knows that if she does fail, her family will insist that she returns to Poland, and she really doesn’t want to go. We’ve had. The chat went on and I found out that she had broken up with her douchebag of a boyfriend 2 weeks before.“So does this mean you are a virgin?”“Yeah pretty much last I checked” I said jokingly but she got that I was serious.“Oh poor guy, you’ve at least kissed someone right?”“Nope”“Ah now that’s just not right” she paused for a bit as if to think about it, ”maybe we should change that.”“huh?” I was so lost I felt so foolish.“Come on, how bout it? I don’t mind giving you your first kiss”“Okay!” I. She wants to climax now more than anything. She's so wet...and I greedily slurp at her, drinking what her body gives me..I move up, and put all my focus and energy on her engorged clitoris, sucking it into my mouth and flicking the hard bud with my tongue, backwards and forwards and around and around, in a steady quick motion - I want her to cum..find that release finally. Keeping up the relentless sucking and licking on her clit, I sense her getting closer and closer - I won't stop now until. "Perhaps Lars is in here," he explained to her as he led her into the room.The office wasn't very large, but its opulence more than compensated for its small size. There was a huge mahogany desk cluttered with papers and books. A couple of leather Danish-modern armchairs, a matching couch, several lamps, and a color television were scattered about the room, and the wide windows were draped with a modernistic Finnish-made material that complimented the plush green carpet. On the walls hung.