He got to her neck, his fingers running along her neck lightly, causing her to get a shiver down her spine. She grabbed one of his hands, placing a fi...ger in her mouth. She sucked gently, letting him feel her tongue on his skin, moving his finger in and out slowly. He drew in his breath sharply, closing his eyes and letting out a moan. His other hand grabbed her hair, tilting her back. As his eyes opened, she saw raw passion and heat emanating from them. Sandy couldn’t breathe. He was so… so. They both wore a French pin attached to their clothes so that they would recognize each other. God help them if there was a Bastille Day celebration going on in Atlanta . Sandy wore the same clothes as if she was having lunch with the girls. She wasn't trying to dress like a slut or even seduce the professor. Sandy was looking forward to an interesting intellectual conversation. There were two things that made Sandy nervous. First, she was meeting a man for lunch that was not her husband and. " Well, her husband knew a great controversy when he saw one and printed it on the front page of that old newspaper the next day, above the fold, which was usually reserved for the real hot news stories.People started to call the newspaper the same morning and want to know who the "local entertainer" was. Well, since the girls on the switchboard didn't know, they referred them to the editor who told them to write letters their own selves about what they thought. A few of them he told who the. I shivered and feared that I had made the wrong choice. My tears were drying now and my butt was starting to recover from the earlier punishment. ‘This slut love Mistress’s pussy and she hopes she can eat it again” I told her. ‘Why didn’t you come here to eat it when I opened my legs for you? Can’t you see that I am aroused and soaked with desire?’ she asked with a cold, cutting voice. ‘This unworthy slut did see that, but she wasn’t ordered to do anything. So this slut behaved her Mistress.