My English Professor(4)

I walk over to his table, take his hand and place it on one of my breasts. He is warm and powerful. I feel myself getting completely wet.

While he keeps his hand on my breast he says, “Margherita, I don't want you to get any strange ideas or things to become inappropriate....”

"What is appropriate, Professor?” I ask innocently.

"Well, for example, it was inappropriate that you weren’t wearing underwear the other day,” he says. So he noticed!

I bend down on my knees until I was on the same level as him being seated and reply, “I apologize, Professor. I apologize so much. I shouldn't have, I know. I'm so embarrassed.”

My ass is in the air while I'm saying this.

He pulls my face up and says, “How come you're this horny?”

I have this strange feeling in his presence. I feel like I'm on fire.

"Did you behave yourself today?” he continues, his voice growing thick and stronger scaring me a bit.

"In what way?” I asked innocently.

"Are you wearing them?” he interrogates

"You should ch