" Yeah, I know," he sighed. "At one time, back when this idea was first cooked up, I thought I might take an extended leave and go with them. I mean, ...t was Duane and Cory back then. But I thought no, it's their adventure, they don't need me watching over them. And then, this spring I've been reading his letters and reading the trail guides about the stuff he's been passing, and the itch has been going again. Hell, I'm not that far from retiring, after all. But," he said, with a glance at her. "They complimented the beauty of my necklace," she told me sulkily.Ah, I thought to myself. That was probably not the compliment she wanted to receive."One of them offered me a large sum of money for it," she added in the same tone of mind. "Sell it and you can be a rich man." No thank you," I told her firmly.Thirty-four down—sixty-six to go.I soon started wondering—then worrying— just how bidirectional this telepathy of hers might be? I didn't want to ask because I didn't want to give her any. A little nervous, I pulled up my shirt. He finally looked up at me. ‘Professor Davis…I actually don’t have any questions today.’ He tried to act calm but he seemed a bit flustered. He pulled his chair just a little away from me. ‘You’ve worked very hard in my class, and you seem to understand the course very well. I don’t see why you need to do this-‘ I was a bit hurt, ‘I’m not here for the grade, Professor.’ He flushed red and cleared his throat. He was speechless. I got off my chair and. He knew, he knew it was me, he knew it and hated me. He wanted to 'fix' me, to take me 'out of this'.They started fucking me then. One after another, non stop, all up the ass, spitting in my mouth, slapping and pulling my titties, twisting my nipples, watching me amazed as the pain ran through my body and made me cum over and over. One of them found a wire hanger in the closet and started in on my titties, working from right to left, top to bottom in clusters of ten strokes until I thought I.