But then I started getting ideas of fucking him. He was hot. Nice build. I started imagining myself fucking him. Now I wanted to fuck him. I took his ...umber from my dads phone and I started blank calling him. He was annoyed but then I started talking to him on phone but I didnt tell him that I was natasha. Then one day finally I went to the shop, no customers were there. I just hugged him pressing my boobs on his chest. And I whispered in his ear.. “seems like some is calling you every night. How would she study if she joined his project and would it help in achieving her degree? It seemed that Lord was waiting for an immediate reply. ‘Can I get back to you Professor?’ ‘Of course, please take your time. Yet I still would like to have dinner with you perhaps?’ She thought about dinner and was suddenly reminded about Jack that she had forgotten about. ‘Can you excuse me Professor, I need to make a phone call?’ ‘Yes, of course my dear. I’ll be here waiting.’ The term ‘my dear’ had. But I also heard you don’t want to be blown off.” He grabbed me by the wrist of the hand that was on his chest and said, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” I gripped the cock a little tighter and said, “You let me worry about that.” I shook off his grip and carried on stroking the cock and asked again, “So you don’t like to be blown off?” He closed his eyes and said, “I don’t mind being given a blow job, it’s just that I haven’t cum in a pussy for a long time. Anyway, why am I even discussing this. . fuck ... shit, I think I just peed myself.” I noticed a pile of towels on a laundry cart as we walked and grabbed one, handing it to Wren. She sopped up under her skirt and then threw the towel in the basket as we passed. We entered the dining room and I turned the eggs off a bit as we were shown to our seats I was sure Wren needed a break.I watched each of my girls as they casually sat in their chair and was thinking about flipping the switch and playing with it. All of a sudden, “God Tim.