Trask greeted Briar at the door and let her in. He wore a white terrycloth robe and carried a tumbler of scotch; the chest hair peeking through the V indicated he wore nothing else. The occasional bulge down near his thighs further suggested his mood.
True to form, the professor ogled his student openly. The lustful appreciation of her form was written large on his face. "Very nice, very nice," he murmured as he walked around her. "Almost seems a shame to make you take it off."
He stopped in front of her and sipped from his glass. The alcohol on his breath strongly suggested he this was not his first of the evening.
"Wife is out of town, so we've got the whole night to play, sweet cheeks. I can take my time. No more quick little blow jobs under the desk tonight." There was a slight slur to his words, but the aggression was unmistakable
Trask reached between her thighs. His hand closed down over panties and squeezed. "Silk again. Dressing in style." He chuckled menacingly. "Take them off. I want to feel how wet you are for me."
True to form, the professor ogled his student openly. The lustful appreciation of her form was written large on his face. "Very nice, very nice," he murmured as he walked around her. "Almost seems a shame to make you take it off."
He stopped in front of her and sipped from his glass. The alcohol on his breath strongly suggested he this was not his first of the evening.
"Wife is out of town, so we've got the whole night to play, sweet cheeks. I can take my time. No more quick little blow jobs under the desk tonight." There was a slight slur to his words, but the aggression was unmistakable
Trask reached between her thighs. His hand closed down over panties and squeezed. "Silk again. Dressing in style." He chuckled menacingly. "Take them off. I want to feel how wet you are for me."