"I'm glad you are willing to put the effort in to get extra credit, Miss Hastings." He chuckled softly, his hands tracing down my back and up my thigh.... "The costume will definitely help improve your mark." He ripped the top off my blouse, tearing off some buttons and he pulled out my breasts. He roughly pulled on my nipples and I let out a light moan. "Shhh, the trick is to remain silent, Miss Hastings." I started to wonder what I had gotten myself into, sex with a lecturer, in public; but. "Eat me." She invited.This time I kissed her mouth. We shared a tender set of kisses, then I licked her breasts as I worked my way down to her pussy. For the next half-hour my head stayed between her thighs. She relished every minute of it, making a sound like a moaning laughter. Giving her so much pleasure made me very happy, I ate and licked her pussy with my tongue with single minded determination and made her cum three separate times. She expressed her enjoyment of this new situation with. Perhaps this frightful old man just wanted to look and that would be enough to get himself off later. Fear is like a closing door. It always allows for one last glimmer of hope to shine through the crack before its shut forever. It was a simple working bra worn more for comfort than show, but as the last clasp came free, her restrained breasts bounded out from under their cups with a silent ‘pop’. With slow deliberation, she removed it completely and set it on top of her already discarded. May I join you?" His voice was deep, mesmerising, sexy.Afterwards, she would never be able to explain why she had said yes. Or what she had talked to him about for an hour or why she had followed him to his car — a red convertible, of course. It suited him perfectly. It was flashy, luxurious, sexy.Nor could she explain why she had willingly, no, more than that — eagerly allowed him access to those places only her husband should know. But she could tell you it was the best sex she had ever.