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*...