My lust addled mind latched onto the thought tightly. This hadn't been one of my fantasies, but now it was past that, my new reality being more out of...control than I imagined before. Marched around more doors and hallways, I could hear voices and music above me through the ceiling. I was soon mounted over a padded bench of some kind, my legs bent and cuffed to the sides, no longer touching the ground. My wrists were unhooked from behind my back, and secured together in front of me, tethered to. She was obviously suffering some pain and discomfort and I followed her in to see what was wrong."I ricked my back on the tennis court and it's really painful. It was just my luck that the club masseur has Monday and Tuesday off to make up for working the weekends. Look at me, I'm all dirty and smelly and in pain - I was too frightened to grab a shower in case I was too sore to be able to get dressed again. I think I'd better go to the Doctor or somewhere." She grimaced as she told me this and. Well, teasing is what I'm good at so I raised my hand for the Professor to come over, he did. I asked him some question while he was over me. The Professor really liked me, mostly because I dressed different and my personality was different, he referred to me as a Sexy Librarian once but that's another story. For the time he was there, John and I went back to normal, not touching each other and I played it off cool. For the rest of the time I did fully unbutton and let my caramel skin show. He. I certainly knew his time was coming. Even as I had made him shoot a huge load before, the whole scenario got him off like nothing else he could envision. He looked directly into my eyes from time to time and made the kissing face.I returned the favor, of course, but then I kept my eyes on him for a couple more minutes. Neither of us smiled, but inevitably gave one another looks of approval, meaning that we both did love this act of lust.He licked his lips and mouthed, 'I love you.' yet again..