She searches her mind for the phrase he used. "You love to come on order from your pervert Professor Peter, who treats you like his sex-slave!" Oh dea..., what will happen to her next? Her long weekend as guest of this wicked man has only just started. Her mind rewinds their two sexy scenes so far. First his 'intimate inspection', which was unexpectedly very arousing, as he asked her to bend over, legs spread and finger her fanny for an orgasm. She actually wetted his face, what never had. “He’ll be another twenty minutes anyway, maybe longer tonight to give us time.” “You mean…” “He knows, yes. He doesn’t mind. He’s not interested anymore but he wants me to be happy. So you can relax and…” Her hand grazed my swelling cock as she moved it to my waist. Then she stood up and pulled a bed down from the wall. It was already made. She sat on it. “Well?” she said expectantly, slipping her sandals off. As I stood up she pulled her t-shirt over her head and revealed her lily-white torso. Gosh! What a view it was. Then time came when we fixed date for a meeting. I took a break from job and told in home I need to go out in some official stuff. So I boarded to reach my Akriti. It was evening when I took a bus to her place after landing. She was equally anxious regarding the meeting. We met the next day. I was waiting in the room with my nail crushed. Finally I heard a voice asking ‘where is room no 209’. It was her. I went to balcony, when our eyes met, we exchanged smile.She came. Mom wouldn't have cared if I had some too, but I didn't want any. I wanted to keep my mind on business.I started the music after I gave them their wine glasses and then I squeezed down to sit between them. They'd almost left me enough room, but I didn't mind that I had to press my ass down between theirs. They sipped their wine while the first two songs played and when Mom finished hers, I asked her to dance, trying to act like we were on a real date somewhere.Mom said she'd love to, and we.