Then there's a hand on my knee, rubbing gently up and down. Sliding round, I feel the hand creep slowly higher up my thigh. The towel around my waist ...nfurls, still covering me, but no longer tucked in at the waist. I feel a hand slide across my belly, gently pulling the towel aside. My cock springs into full view and there's a little gasp (I told you this was a fantasy, right?).The hand on my thigh reaches higher, and the hand on my belly goes lower. I feel a gentle touch on my balls, and my. Not that I will ever admit to it public, so I continued to lie on my back, replaying my memories from the previous night. They were insatiable, I don’t think that I could get it up again this morning with a crane, not that I would take back last night for a million dollars.Goddess help me.How do I not treat Chandra like a lover instead of my student? That’s going to be difficult. And Celia, how do I feel about her? I cared for her and I really liked her, but did I love her? Not yet. Would I?. Wondering where she was I left the room and walked onto the landing hoping she’d call again. “I’m in my bedroom,” giggled the direction and hearing this I wandered towards her position and quietly opened the door. “Come in,” she warmly stated waving a hand. Stepping inside; my gaze was instantly drawn to the fact that she’d obviously changed into her usual floral house‑coat and was sitting at her dressing table looking in my direction. “Come here,” she softly demanded when seeing me. “Because I. “Know yourself and be true to yourself. This journal is an amazing resource. Read it and figure out who you really are. Find your Atman, Steve.”“Will you keep helping me?” I asked.“Of course. I think it’s time for you to take me home. Come get me Friday, as usual.”“A command?” I asked.“Yes. I cannot submit to you now. I’m confused, Steve. I’ll admit that. Give me some time to think about it. In the meantime, practice mindfulness. Do nothing without careful consideration. We’ll talk on Friday.”I.