The people who built that temple understood what I am. I really am the whore of the world. And I worship you. I love your intelligence, your wit, your...passion. And now I need you to worship me. I am the goddess of whores. You deserve me. Worship me!’ They remained like that, deadlocked, their breath heavy, chests heaving as they stared at one another and Christi’s fingers pressed and squeezed her pussy. The good professor stared, unbelieving, at the girl who came to his office, so intelligent,. Elise went on to answer the rest of Marcus?s questions, and in the end,as with most customers, he felt he might be willing to give it a go.She then told the gentleman that he would have to purchase credits forthe service. He would be charged credits for amounts of time usingtheir service. Plans ranged from minutes to hours, to monthly andyearly rates.Pleased with what he was hearing, Marcus informed her that he would liketo purchase some credits and make an appointment. She told him that. He nearly covered himself with his hands but managed to restrain himself from drawing attention to his groin."Adam, am I going to have to shout to make you pay attention to me?" No, Paula," he stammered."Well, I wondered. You look like you were in a world of your own." She pushed herself all the way up onto the table, a hand braced on either side of her. Adam resolutely kept his eyes fixed on Paula's face. He almost moaned, having the feeling that her last movements had made her skirt ride up. It had been like a thunderbolt out of the blue. She'd just suddenly taken flight, speaking from the heart. And every one of her words had penetrated to his heart. His ... dead ... heart. He had a lot to think about.He could see her breathing, deep and fast, she was clearly very upset.Butthead Hanson stood up to give his review. "Well, Shahia, I have to say I'm disappointed. I cannot approve of your content, it was far too political for a classroom. And your presentation was rushed and muddled..