She didn’t know how she felt but she knew she wanted it. She just didn’t know how to approach it. “It’s alright” he told her. “I don’t m...nd.” He pulled her hand in. It was tough as she seemed to resist him some but he pulled on it some more. She skimmed it a little. He pulled at her hand some more and she skimmed it again. He pulled her in and told her to step inside. He told her she’d love it. Slowly, she stepped into the tub as she stared at his cock. He held her hand as she did. She was. She picked up a banana and quickly ate it. She must have seen the money on the table because after eating the banana she unpeeled another banana and with one hand she took it to her mouth while her other hand gripped the lose change and a few notes that I left on the table. I decided to act and entered into the dining room. When I entered the room I saw that she was about to bite into the banana and her hand was in her blouse stuffing the money in between her breasts. The moment I entered she. " "Please. Is there anything I can do to pass?" My heart started beating quickly at these last words. They were a professor's wet dream. Naughty ideas popped into my head. She looked disappointed, so I asked to sit on the couch with me. Debbie began looking suspicious. "I don't need the grade that bad." I asked her if I could massage her feet. She thought about it for a second, and said if she could use that as extra credit. "Sure." I responded.I knelt at her feet and undid the laces carefully. Its always been a turn on for me to watch you get fucked by him." My wife is seldom so blunt with words. Until the last few days, I could count on one hand the number of times she used the word bitch. She has not in the last three years called me that once, and now its been twice in twenty-four hours? It was a thrill and humiliating at the same time. Something strange was going on. I just stayed quiet to let her think. Oliver got up and started to prance around. I got up to go let him out. Sara.