He was overweight and would sweat profusely under any physical exertion. He slipped his hand into my panties and felt my wet snatch.“That doesn't fe...l like an itch to me, you dirty cunt. You were playing with your self weren't you, you little whore?” He raised his hand and brought it down on my pussy with a smack, the thin cotton of my knickers softening his blow. “Naughty girl. What were you thinking of?”“Just a boy at school Daddy.” I continued to act afraid of him. I am a pretty soft spoken. “Yes, you do,” he shot back. “I’m not a stupid professor.”“Look,” I replied, “I really need to pass your class to protect my GPA and my scholarship.”“You think I don’t know that?” he asked. “Like I said, I am not a stupid professor.”I shifted in my stance and asked him what he wanted.“What do you have to give?” he asked.I couldn’t believe the words fell out of my mouth, but they did.“Do you want a blow job?” I asked.“Maybe,” he replied. “I’m sure that might get your grade up a little bit, but. "Oh? And why is that Danny? You trying to tell me that watching me get myself off for you, while letting me watch you get off, isn't a good idea?"Obviously, he didn't have an answer for that. I gave him a little push, a little incentive. I reached up, and pulled the tee shirt I had on over my head, almost immediately reaching around to undo the clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts. He watched it fall, looked up, now feasting on my tits as I cupped them together, holding them for him. I then. "Hey, guys. Terry's heading for the Annabella Haus. Let's go get him laid." They piled out after him. I could see that they caught up with him at the door. His last look was a pained expression as two guys linked arms with him and started singing as they headed for the brothel. I thought about going along to try to help out but decided Terry was in no danger, other than getting his crank greased, and I really didn't want to go. The Annabella Haus was a Gasthaus on the ground floor and a brothel.