It hurts. It sucks.I cranked up the music on my radio and sang along with gusto. It kept my mind off my problem, some of the time. I couldn't think of...any way to approach it. I couldn't think of any reason it was happening. All I could do was hurt.I persuaded Sunny's secretary to let me wait in her office. It was kind of neat, except there were books everywhere. Maybe the University's office furniture code only allowed a tenured professor a desk, some chairs, a filing cabinet and as many. We then consented to talk to him on the phone, my husband called, and talked to him for a few minutes, then handed the phone to me. I talked to him, and eventually was getting excited, so I began to tell him what I would do to him, I got so excited, as was he and my husband, just listening! We made a date to do it next Friday evening! I was so hot all week I could barely stand it!Friday at the appointed time of 8:00 we arrived at his home, and I was so nervous, and so horny, it was ridiculous.. .....’I heard this said a few times, I think when I first started work. It was usually used in the context of “I went down on..” or “She went down on...” The only thing it seemed to relate to was ‘being sent down’, or maybe coming down with an illness. As I recall, the conversations though were part of the usual banter at work about relationships or nights out or whatever. I couldn’t make the connection, and once foolishly asked “were you ill?”, off guard and not realising the sexual context of. I lowered my pants and my underwear. I began rubbing her clit in circles slowly while she looked at my fingers eagerly while moaning. As I looked at her she bent her head back wards and tilted downwards. She was thoroughly enjoying my rubbing. I asked her ” do you want more” and she immediately replied “yes please I want more do it more vigorously, please baby and suck my breasts mmmmmmmmmmm” I mouth kissed her and I pulled her tongue into my mouth. Then slowly went down her body to take her.