She seemed shy but she was hot. I arranged my schedule to get a few more classes with her. Of course the Navy thought this was great because they were...paying for it all. They assumed, wrongly, that I was pursuing a degree with the intention of going to OCS. That wasn't the plan but it worked to get me off base more and around her as often as I could. One day, I casually mentioned that I could use a study partner for chemistry. I knew she had that course as I had sneaked a peek at her class. Also on a more personal note, when I was home and in need of her more intimately, she was no longer entertaining my fetish for silk and satin clothing and lingerie. Normally she'd dress up in layers of lovely lingerie and clothing and tease me until I'd lose control and fuck her uncontrollably. But lately, it felt like she was simply losing interest in sex altogether.Recently I was on another trip when I found out the conference I was attending was cut short and therefore I found myself able to. My brain could hardly process the extremes was feeling. As usual, Melissa decided for me. She lifted my chastity cage up, tilting it towards my bellybutton which pushed my balls outward giving her greater access to them. She gave them three long licks, each began with flat of her tongue and transitioned to a twirl with the tip before finishing with what felt like a sloppy kiss as she pushed her lips against me, marking me with her lipstick.“I’m going to cum.” Despite being locked up, my penis. “She’s obviously turned violent. Has she hit you?”“Yes, she has,” I told her. I trusted Dr. Spencer more than anyone else I knew except maybe Emma.“Call the police and then Donald,” was her advice. “She needs to be taken into custody.“She’s a school teacher. If I do that...” I left that hanging in the air.“Fuck her,” she said flatly. “In her current condition, she can’t be allowed near children.”“Alright. You want me to call you back when I do that?”“No. The 911 dispatcher will want to keep you.