The harsh sun blared into the chambers of Professor Duncan straight into his eyes and woke him up from slumber. He let a lazy yawn; and dared to rise but noticed Stella wasn’t by his side. All he could see was her g-string which he had flung to the corner of the bed when he fucked her the other night.

He flung his hand around the bed to see if she left a note as usual; it had always been her habit to leave a note whenever she left very much earlier. And Professor Duncan had fancied her sense of communication since she wouldn’t want to disturb his sleep; so...