Not golf.”Mike looked directly into her eyes. “Well I’ll just have to play a round with you then,” he said with a smile.“I’m good for that...” said Em. “I’m looking for a hole in one.”He stared at her, astounded. Eventually he said, “You’re not backward in coming forward. I think you’ve got one tonight.”Em touched his hand briefly. The contact seemed to electrify him. “Oh I know I have,” she said.An hour or so later, Em arrived at the door of his high-floor suite. She was several lift stops below. Every year his students turned in their final papers on Thursday in writing. He did not want them faxed, sent by e-mail, or twittered, he said he did not understand such things, they were best left to the young. Every year he returned them on Tuesday, covered in copious notes addressing grammatical and spelling errors, pointing out flaws in logic, suggesting tighter better sentences, questioning the validity of and proposing alternative sources, recommending different ways to organize the. She squeezed and caressed my breasts, pinching my nipples and tweaking them between her fingers. I groaned as her mouth clamped around one of my breasts, sucking hard and biting on my nipple. I closed my eyes as she took her time on my breasts, kissing and sucking on each one. Her tongue flicked over one than the other taking me to heights of pleasure I had never experienced before.All I could do was lay back as she worked my body the way she wanted. Her tongue slid from my breasts and over my. Needless to say, at this point my cock was rock hard and throbbing inside my panties. I was hungrily anticipating her hands reaching into my bare crack again. She slipped the same gloves back on and had me lay down on my side again. Once again she tugged the satin panties and sweatpants down to access my asshole and taint. When she did, my rail hard cock sprung free of of its panty prison in the front but it was still covered by my sweatpants. She told me to stand up."Let me get situated,".