She'd caught me ogling her legs (again). "Nice day, huh, doc?"She often called me "doc" when we were together. She wasn't trying to be familiar or dis...espectful. It never occurred to her, I'm sure, for she was married to a well-known, full-professor - on the academic, social ladder, placed well above me. I was what was euphemistically referred to as "junior faculty," a new Assistant Professor, promising perhaps, but not yet proven. Proven as in tenured where one's Curriculum Vitae was weighed.I. She walked in and caught me like I was a thief. My God I felt the shame and humiliation of a lifetime. My heart sank down to my feet, and all I thought about was the court appearances over the divorce that was coming. I thought of how she'd leave and I'd be alone again. I thought of all the bad things that could have came from that little incident. All of that rushed through my head before either of us spoke. I about turned over the coffee table trying to get up. I almost lost the dildo in my. It was kind of nice to have it out of the way.Looking up, I saw Stacy a little further down the hallway. She had lookedback, and seeing me, she was smiling and waiting for me. "So, do anythingexciting last night?" she asked. "Did you see that new episode of thebachelorette? That one dress she had on; I don't know how she pulled itoff, but wow! I don't think you or I could have done it."I nodded in absent agreement."So," she said, moving on, "What's on your docket today?"My boss and I had talked. They smiled a thank you towards me and were then gone. The fisherman too had slipped back into the reeds. Dee knelt on her knees and looked up at me. The camera was still rolling as all the guys cum dribbled over Dee’s face. I focused in on her hair, tangled with cum, then down to her face, blotched with more cum. Her forehead, down the side of her nose, her ear spattered with more. She had wiped it from her eyes and her fingers were wet and dripping. She sat back down and spread her legs.