This is not good. Not good at all. He has to grade that and return it to her! He picks it up with a glimmer of optimism, but sadly his load has soaked...through the pages and lost some of the words – diminishing all hope of him cleverly retyping it on new paper. The professor is screwed. He let himself get carried away with feelings and do the most forbidden thing a teacher can do – masturbate in public college property. Only thing worse would be for him to full on actually fuck the poor girl on. He wasn’t sure though, why, there were bills for things like steel bars and heavy balks of timber. The various medical items, the examination couch and lamp for example, were also to be expected he supposed, but he hadn’t thought that Erica’s therapy service really required that sort of equipment – after all she wasn’t a medical doctor or anything, although one of her associates could be, he supposed. And then there were the bills from a local horse tack business. It was all a little puzzling. After she had cleaned me up, I took a look at the floor. She had made quite a puddle when she came. "Look at the mess you made on the floor! And just when the cleaning girls had gotten finished in here! I don't think it's very fair of me to call them back to clean up after you, do you? I want you to clean this up...I want you to lick up your mess from the floor!" I said in mock sternness.I pushed her face down into the puddle and smeared the cooling juice all over her face as she licked and. I was looking around the shop for a couple of minutes and then she saw me staring at her feet, “Still into feet?” she said. I replied, “Yes, you still got sexy feet.” We both laughed, and then I went to try on some clothes. As the person in the other cubical left, she opened the curtains as I was changing. “What the fuck are you doing?” I said. “You’ve always told me that you wanted to smell my feet, why don’t you give them a sniff,” she said. “You’re joking right, what if some sees or comes.