”“W-What do you want?”“Just be cool.”Kalyani tried to identify the voice but she couldn’t since the whisper was low and difficult to disti...guish. Whoever it was had to be a student because she could detect a youthful sound to the whispering voice. And she had seven different classes of seniors that she taught history to, an average of thirty students per class and roughly half were male. She was at a loss as to who was holding her in the dark cloakroom.The hands slid slowly up until she felt. “Oh! No”, she replied with a smile. “I’m with the other clinic and I haven’t had to wait too long”. Over the following minutes now that a conversation had been started an array of subjects was touched on till he remarked about taking a woman out for lunch. “That is one reason I don’t want to be late for I haven’t booked; I generally do but not today”.“Do you take many ladies out for lunch?” she asked with a smile.“Not every time”, he replied. “I know several women, but it is only the obliging. Blaylock. Say, ‘I want to feel alive.’”With such quiet fervor that I knew it came from the depths of her soul, Mrs. Blaylock whispered, “I want to feel alive.”“Say, ‘I don’t want you to go.’”She hesitated for a long moment, then, as if crossing a final line, said, “I don’t want you to go.”“Say, ‘I want you to fuck me!’”She looked at me full of fear. “I... I can’t say that!”“You can’t say what, Mrs. Blaylock? You can’t say that you want me to fuck you?”“I can’t say that word. I’ve never said. I gripped her hips and pulled her roughly against me. My cock pressed against the already damp mesh of her underwear, straining at the thin fabric separating us. I grabbed the back of her thong and tugged up so it pulled tight against her clit. I was rewarded with a surprised cry of pleasure. I loosened my grip and pressed my cock against her again, and then pulled once more on her underwear. I kept tightening and loosening my grip, rhythmically tightening the fabric against her. My cock still.