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....