Tam couldn't help but let out an everso quiet moan in satisfaction once her captive had got into full swing. She slid her hands up and down her breas...s, encased in perfectly tight clothing, encouraging her to continue.Tam carried on like that for several minutes, alternating her nipples. Whoever her mystery friend was, she was good at what she did. She knew exactly when to make small, quick flicking motions with her tongue and when to circle her nipple with it. It was only when Tam withdrew. I nodded no.“Don’t be shy. I have wine, beer, vodka. Just tell me. Let me treat you,” he said.“There is also another way to treat a woman,” I said. I think he understood what I meant. He came towards me and cupped my cheeks. Our lips started moving close to each other.“Vikram, come down. Mr. Anurag is here,” his wife shouted.“Perfect timing,” he said quietly and shouted, “Coming,” to his wife waiting outside.“It’s a good thing you closed the door,” I said. We both laughed.“I have to meet this. Tom walked back to his desk to put his lecture notes from today back in order. As he was opening up his file cabinet, he heard that there was still a student in the classroom. He turned his head, and noticed that Bree was still there. Perched, legs crossed, on top of her desk in the front row."Miss Stevens," Tom started to say, "ehm, Bree." He wasn't sure what caused him to use her last name. The protocol at Emery was relatively relaxed, and teachers usually called students by their first. Still irritated, I was waiting for them to repair their omissions. I had nothing to do but daydream about Marc and stare at my engagement ring that was still a novelty after four weeks.Marc was my miracle. We'd met in an adult education class, both doing the same local history course. We'd been paired for the fieldwork and there had been a couple of weekends working together to do the assignment - walking the streets of the town classifying buildings; working in the library to see what other.