Spears squirming and shaking in his chair. He quickly ran his hand up and down the full length of Joan's stocking leg from the tips of her toes to the...tops of her hose. All the while his moans of pleasure from Joan's nylons against his naked cock also had the professor inhaling deeply at Joan's stinky nylon toes with a rapid breath.Joan's low tone voice and words of: "That's it Mr. Spears smell my nylon feet!" sent him over the edge. Joan saw the meek professor weaken and lose all control. His. After finishing she asked me to wait for a few minutes. In between, she draped her sari back.I had no idea what was happening. But throughout my body, I felt a burning sensation. She said she will be back in a few minutes and I can use the toilet if I wish to. Since my cock was tied there was no way I could pee. So it was clear that she expected me to empty my bowels.I was not really feeling the pressure yet it felt right to comply. I sat on the toilet once she left. I was sitting on the toilet. The bare details of it were this: 1. Under the best of circumstances I was going to be an unknown stranger walking for the first time into a hazardous location, looking like a fish out of water and potentially asking sensitive questions that were very likely to get me killed. 2. I would wear no ‘wires’ and there would be no other ‘active surveillance’ while I was inside because the last person to walk into that club wearing a wire was found dead in San Diego Bay the next morning. 3. Limited. I kept working, doing all the work, working up a sweat.“Work with me,” I finally ordered him.He held my hips and rammed his cock into me, making me tumble forward, holding the lectern so it wouldn’t topple over. He rammed into me again and again and papers went flying while I tried my best not to cry out. He whipped it out of me suddenly and my body collapsed on the lectern.I staggered back up to my feet. I kept my feet wide apart and my head on the slope top of the lectern while he entered me.