The counter overflowed with delivery boxes from the high-end catering outfit a couple blocks over -- she'd probably spent more than if we'd just gone ...ut somewhere nice, although it felt more intimate being able to eat at home. There was a pair of wine bottles that were both dusty and French, a nice touch.Stacey was way overdressed, no matter how I looked at it. I hadn't seen that blue dress before, but it probably was expensive couture, judging by the way it looked on her. Everybody else was. ............she..... thanks you for your patience and understanding....of.....the time you are giving her. ........... She wishes only to learn under your guidance . . . to take whatever training ............you see fit for her! She will obey ...............always!" The words flowed fast, without thought, punctuated by deep gasping breaths as Becca continued to almost hump against the bar. Her face was wet with fresh tears. She bit her lip again as she shifted from foot to foot, somehow holding. She looked at me and shouted, “Are you serious right now?” Her voice snapped me back to my senses. I looked at her face, and she was angrier now! “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she added. I quickly faced ahead and put my head down.“You’ve really disappointed me to an extent I can’t even think you would. Look at you,” she said as she pulled up my crop top and exposed my naked boobs. I was shocked and didn’t expect her to do that.My nipples were still erect because of the cold and the staring. “I’ve wanted to do that since we met, and now that you’re not teaching me, I can!” Gabby confessed, pulling the professor into her arms.“I’ve wanted it, too, Gabby! Trust me, Rosales. I’ve badly wanted to make love to you, to kiss you, to take you as my bride. You’re ... a lesbian, too, then, like me?” the professor was so caught up in Gabby that she basically forgot everyone else for a moment.“Yes, Professor Wathen, I am a lesbian,” Gabby told the older woman.“Call me Anwyn. It’s my proper.