I could understand that he is feeling the moral and mental struggle to sniff my own innerwear in front of me. Maybe his inner conscience is not fully ...ooperating. I happily watched his struggle and reaction. He looked at each cloth separately and started sniffing each cloth one after other mechanically.I couldn’t see any excitement or emotion in his face sniffing my panty or bra, rather nervousness and caution. I did wait for 3 to 5 more minute to complete his too mechanic acting of sniffing. "Ah, not only a student but a star student as well?" he positively cackled in delight. "Probably a product of a Catholic education as well?" he cackled in glee. "This gets better all the time." Maybe they only think it's miraculous that a student can be smart nowadays?" I responded, hoping to keep him talking so I could figure out what his ultimate angle was. I really wanted to know whether he had any plan to report this story honestly or not."Good point. Mind if I use that line in the next. If she couldn’t reach him, she’d call me back to let me know. I thanked her and turned on my computer to write in my journal while I waited.I wrote some random thoughts, knowing I probably didn’t have time to expand on them, but making sure I had prompts for filling out the journal entries when I had some time. About five minutes later, the phone rang.“Mr. Adams? This is Doctor Krieg from the University of Wisconsin.”“Hi Doctor Krieg, I assume your assistant filled you in?”“She did. What. When I thought she had relaxed enough I slid my hand down further and gently drew my fingers up and down the sensitive area between her anus and her vagina, her body twitched every time I did it. She soon started to get quite wet and slippery and as I quickened the action it made her gasp. Then as I drew my hand upwards again my fingers moved slowly up to the closed lips of her pussy, until I located her clitoris. This almost made her jump off the bed, so I soothed her by asking if she wanted.