Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457
It’s been a week since my naughty professor, Mr. Peterson’s proposition. I don’t know why the fear of the unknown or possibility of getting caught is so exciting. But it makes me so wet and tingly to think about it. As I approach the classroom, I get nervous. When I walk in, I see a huge grin come across his face as if he was relieved that I made it to class. And once again he stared at me the whole time, he gave his lecture. I felt like he could see right through me and tell what I was thinking. It made me feel so uncomfortable because I felt like all of the other students could tell. I kept looking away to avoid contact with him. The crazy part was that it was so stimulating that I couldn’t sit still. I felt like everyone could tell I was aroused. Blushing, I was now starting to sweat. Ah, finally, saved by the bell. So relieved that class was over, I jumped up to head out. But just as I was “Not so fast Rachel” echoed from the front of the classroom.