It was a more than strange feeling to sit at that table having dinner and chatting with the Professor–acting as if it was perfectly normal that my left tit was hanging out of my dress during all the time. He didn't touch it, didn't even look at it very often, but yet I felt so exposed...and it made me hot! I felt my snatch becoming damping wet more and more.

When we finished dinner, he took me to the next room, which obviously was somewhat like his library or so. I sat at a cocktail table, he offered me some drink, then he took place in an arm chair on the other side of the table, a large bookshelf filled the whole wall behind him. He took a banana out of the fruit bowl on the table, while I still admired all those books.

He must have seen how I looked at them and while he started to peel of his banana, he said with a smile: "Don't let those books intimidate you, boobie-girl. No worries: I don't expect you to show me your literacy. But..." and he stopped for a moment–holding the banana out to me–"... I expect you to show me your oral skills."

By that time, I was hot like hell already, and while the professor reclined in his chair, I slowly stuck out my tongue and started to give him a show...