He finally looked up at me. ‘Professor Davis…I actually don’t have any questions today.’ He tried to act calm but he seemed a bit flustered. H... pulled his chair just a little away from me. ‘You’ve worked very hard in my class, and you seem to understand the course very well. I don’t see why you need to do this-‘ I was a bit hurt, ‘I’m not here for the grade, Professor.’ He flushed red and cleared his throat. He was speechless. I got off my chair and kneeled down. He immediately stood up in. The conversation was oddly non-sexual. She seemed more interested in where I lived, what I did for a living, that sort of thing. Like she was really looking for a partner.The weekend came and went. I spent most of it on the computer reading sex fantasies. At least people knew where to find me and it kept me out of trouble. Cheap too. Come Monday I was back to my usual routine. Slugging it out through the morning with the help of about four cups of coffee, lunch and then like clockwork logging. "By then I was gasping in delight as my toy buzzed against my clit. Now this was intriguing, I've used large vegetables in my pussy, and a ten by three inch toy, but never a bottle. It turned me on, that was something I was going to try, right now. "Give me a minute Dave; I'm going to go find a bottle."Thinking there was a beer bottle in the kitchen I could use, I headed that way. To my dismay, they had already been taken out with the garbage. I frowned, now what do I use. Then I spotted it, a. She rang the buzzer and he let her in. He opened the door and stood in front of her. His physical presence made her stomach drop. It was such a strange thrill and fear to meet someone who you’ve only talked to, but who turns you on. She was definitely attracted to him. He had sexy eyes, slightly unshaven, wore jeans, a t-shirt and smart-looking glasses.“Hi.”“I see you wore what I asked you to.”“Yes.”She had always been turned on by a man telling her what to do but hated all those people that.