He stammered while saying how beautiful I looked. I walked up to him pressing my body to his and said in a deep and sexy voice – “Well Daddy it wa... your hot seed that did the trick”. Then I said let’s go eat. During the drive to the restaurant I could see out of the corner of my eye that he could not stop looking at my breasts and my legs. Well the dress was nearly up to my crotch. The restaurant is one of those dark places you take a lover. They have a tiny dance floor where you must stand. This history text book was really not becoming any more interesting to me and this empty classroom was just as boring, no sounds, no company, nothing. As always, my mind got the best of me and I turned my attention to my day dream. I could picture him just then, tall, smoothed black hair, bright green eyes, a brilliant smile, muscular build that showed under the button up shirts and slacks. I wanted him, desperately. He, just so happened to be my history professor. Professor Nelson was the talk. She started to bob her head up and down until I could feel my balls tightening. It only took another minute and I was sending cum down her throat which she surprisingly took all of. With tears still in her eyes and a small grin, I pulled her to her feet. It was now time for her pleasure as her pain had been doled out. "On your feet beautiful", I said. Rising up with her shirt open and skirt above her waist, I took her over to the angled bench and gently leaned her over. This put her head. He bowed to the officer and then returned to his wife’s side. ‘What news, husband,’ Abigail asked, very discretely. ‘He’s too damn nice,’ was the reply. ‘Now, now. Remember he’s the enemy.’ They both smiled as the Croyden’s approached. ‘I assume you have some plan arranged, Major?’ asked Mr. Croyden, eying the American officer. Lawrence nodded. Abigail’s eyes widened. ‘Tell us Lawrence,’ she said. He took a deep breath. ‘I don’t want the man killed, as I’ve told Abigail, he’s a good man just.