I get into my car and drive to the university, trying not to run all the red lights. XXX Sir.”
“I don’t think you understand the gravity of this situation. Then I wet my lips, and proceed to swirl my tongue around the head. I look through my drawers and find the perfect outfit. “Sir?” I question. So I give it to him. “What do you think you’re doing, miss?” He asks me. Figuring I might as well make the most of it, I have a little supper and after tidying up, I go have a shower. I lick my lips to moisten them as my mouth becomes dry. “I…” What the hell. I bend over the desk.
