You slide my shirt up over my breasts and then completely off. I can see in your eyes the lust that is quickly stirring there. I know how much you lov... my breasts. I know that my brown nipples excite you and when I push them together, I know you start to imagine your cock is in between them. You slide your hands around to my waist and yank me close to you. You grin and I feel your skilled fingers sliding down my lower back, down over my ass and then you cup my ass cheeks. Very quickly you lift. He is a professional. And I am as new to him as he is to me, so maybe he will be a little uneasy, too, so stop worrying. And stop shaking. Everything will be fine. Oh, I hear his voice outside the door. Nice. Deep. Smooth. Sounds nice. Now I hear the door. Oh, God. No escape, now. Am I sweating? Oh, no! I can feel a rivulet of sweat running down between my breasts and showing through the gown. Crap! Now he'll know I am a wreck. Stop, Domi! "Hello, Ms. Dominique Natascha. Hm, how may I address. This thing with Chandler is too controversial. Everyone would avoid it like the plague. Besides, if I tried that it would be only a matter of time before O’Toole’s name came out, and the student’s name along with it. We can’t have that.’ ‘O’Toole offered to take a polygraph,’ Nathan added. Jackson thought for a moment, scratching his chin. ‘Interesting! It’s premature, of course. We’ll let Chandler get himself out on a limb and then put O’Toole on the machine, and that will be the saw that cuts. Honey, it's so hard to decide." It's hard, all right, Mom," he said, the head of his cock appearing from his tight fist."I could jack you off," she teased."Not that, Mom. I stopped jacking off the day you fucked me." I'm glad. I want that juice on me or in me." Wanna sit on my cock, Mom?" Ohhh, what a wicked suggestion!" Then I guess I'll have to jack off again," he teased, pumping his cock."Don't you dare!" she exclaimed, getting to her feet. "I'll sit on it. Oh, yes, Mother will sit on that.