“No, you just assumed that based on my age I was a member of the faculty. And you know what they say… assumption is the mother of all fu… foul u...s.” I corrected myself. She laughed. “Okay then, it was my… foul up,” she said with a wicked grin. “So how did you enjoy the lecture? Are you ready to drop the class yet?” “I think I may be able to sit through one or two more. It will be a painful mission but I think I can stick it out.” This bit of wit was rewarded with another laugh, which surprised. Fora moment I thought that she has not dried herself until I realised thatshe was so turned on that she was soaking wet. She made me eat herwhilst still stroking me and talking dirty. She was also telling me howbeautiful and how sexy I was and how much she loved me. She wentthrough how she loved my make-up, underwear, earrings and everythingelse and then she stroked my chest, well the breast forms. Of course Icould not feel any sensation from that. She kept going and murmured"image how. I got a call from a sobbing Cecilia, who told me that Martin had confessed having an affair with Caroline. Now he was crying and begging her to forgive him. She said that she didn't know what to do and had demanded Martin go and live with his parents for the next two weeks so she got time to think about their future. I told her that Caroline and I had already signed our divorce papers.One thing was for sure, if Caroline regarded Martin as her new dream man, she could forget that, but it wasn't. But you need to learn it. Either roll up your tongue, or make it as thin as possible, then stick it in my snatch..."Whoa! Slave! That is some tongue you have. You are going to be very popular with the girls."The slave did not reply to Constance. She was too busy shoving her tongue inside her."Now lick up my clit. More aggressive this time. Really split those lips. When you reach the clit, give it a big lick with that fat tongue of yours ... Yes! Shit! Fuck!" Did you come, Mistress?" Very close..