Professor Clark answers the doors and welcomes you into the house. He guides you to the den and motions for you to sit.
"Thanks for coming over, Bryan. My wife ended up being delayed, but she will be here in a little while."
You make smalltalk as you look around. It is a nice home and you start to relax.
"Thanks for this opportunity, Professor. I hope your wife likes me, because I'm really looking forward to being able to get away from that cramped dormroom."
"I'm sure she will like you just fine. We typically have one of my students stay here like this to help out. Cedric, the last one, graduated in December, and I've had my eye out for a replacement. I've asked around, and you have a reputation for being dependable, even if you are tardy once in a while."
You both laugh.
"That's not all you have a reputation for, of course...."
You look at him curiously and then notice his right hand sliding between his legs, rubbing his crotch. His eyes bore into you, and you feel a thrill of excitement. You kind of have a thing for daddy types, and more than once during his lectures, you have daydreamed about what he has in his pants.
Eagerly, you get up and kneel between his legs, vaguely wondering how long you have until Mrs. Clark shows up. |