Maybe she did need to go see a Freud! Why wouldn't her mouth stop coming up with these creative filthy little things to say?! Or at least save them up...until later when she wasn't in front of one of her students?!Paul came back in carrying a glass that he handed to his teacher. "I went ahead and put a squirt of cum-juice in it, Professor."Oh, God! He could NOT be talking to her like that. But how was she going to chastise him when she had just been running on with a gutter mouth herself? She. “To attend this club, everyone has to have a recent medical certificate stating that they are clean.”We got to the club at 9pm, which was the advertised opening time. There were very few club members there yet but the reception desk was manned by a very sexy young woman who examined our certificates, took our entry fee and showed us around, ending up at the bar where we were offered complimentary glasses of champagne and introduced to two other couples who were regular members.We sipped our. As time went on his cupping, patting and caressing seemed to get more intense. The pats became little swats, the handling of my breast turning from mere cupping to more violent squeezing and twisting, the soft gentle caresses were not pinches. He never spoke a word during this time and only very infrequently did he bother to kiss me. I was growing more and more aroused as the ritual continued with my nipples hard and stiff and my little pussy growing wetter with each new sensation. Then without. I slowly undressed him, kissing every exposed piece of flesh. He smelled good and now I did nothing to hide my hard on. He did notice it; I saw him staring at it. When I got to his crotch I slow peeled off his underwear and loved seeing my prize. His seven inch, thick, uncut cock would fit nicely down my throat. I always loved foreskin and took advantage of playing with it. I heard him moaning and was turned on even more. I licked his shaft and played with his balls. He rubbed my bald head and.