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Oh my God! The night with the professor was sooo exciting!
He fetched me at my place and we drove to his house. It's
so beautiful! There are sooo many books all around, and
the furniture and, like, everything is so elegant and, like,
somewhat stylish. The whole atmosphere there is romantic and, like, enchanted. I sooo loved it!
And then
the professor asked me to sit down at the dinner-table.
He brought the meals and they looked just delicious.
I couldn't stop asking him sooo many questions about
the house and the dinner. He said, he used to live
here with his wife, but she passed away three years
ago. He said, that he always liked to cook, but that
he doesn't enjoy it, if there's just him alone. So he
often invites colleagues or friends – and tonight,
he said, he'd like to enjoy me.
That's what he said.
He didn't say "your company" or alike, but:
"Heute abend freue ich mich darauf, *dich*
genießen zukönnen, Jessy." ("Tonight
I'm looking forward to enjoy you,
Jessy.") I felt at once, how his words
gave me this special prickling I felt
before when he spoke in his unique
voice. I smiled and giggled, actually
not knowing what to reply.
"Well,
let's start dinner, sweetie. And,"
he looked deeply into my eyes,
"please, do me a favour: Pull down
one of the halters of your dress for
me. For the rest of the evening, ex-
pose one of your tits–just one."
That was such a strange idea, but I
slowly did it–and I felt how I became *wet*...
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