I tell you that if you move I’ll punish you, so you stay rooted to the spot out of sheer terror, yet your juices are running down the inside of your...thighs and the air smells of your cunt.I push your panties down to your ankles and spread your legs wider apart; your panties are so wet they literally rip at the front, and I laugh again, smacking your arse hard with my palm, telling you how much of slut you are for my cock. I pick up the torn panties and sniff them, saying how wet you must be,. She was silent for a second. My heart beat was throbbing like anything and I could hear my heart beat from my ears. I slowly kissed her sexy neck with my wet lips from back side. She moaned.. ahhhhh.With that I started wildly kissing her neck from behing, cuddled her ears with lips, bit her neck gently.. she again moaned.. aaahhhh… ssss. She pulled both of my hands towards her boobs and pressed gently. Oh my god, they are so good and lovely. She gave me full access to her body. I jumped over. ” I was grinning as I walked into the lecture hall. I didn’t even look at ‘Double-P’ as I took my seat, but at least two coeds smiled as they saw me adjusting the bulging junk in my pants.The lecture went uneventfully. Old ‘Double-P’ actually did quite well. I was careful to slip out with the crowd, again not making eye contact. I wasted time out in the commons area, as I knew her office was at the far end of the hall, and everyone else was out to lunch, especially on a pretty Spring day like. At times she ended up just having the robe bunched around her waist, never bothering what she looked like.Angique at work was a sight to see. But she always ended up with three or four designs that she knew would keep her atelier in business for months to come. She also knew that there would be at least a few extra ideas that might be bought by fashion houses. More often than not she recognized the telltale details much later on the catwalks of Paris and Milan.Some said she should go there.