I SAT AT THE FAR END OF HIS CHAIR, HOLDING HIS BARE FEET. THEY WERE CALLUSED AND CURLED, AND HIS TOENAILS WERE YELLOW. I HAD A SMALL JAR OF LOTION, AND I SQUEEZED SOME INTO MY HANDS AND BEGAN TO MASSAGE HIS ANKLES.
I CONTINUED RUBBING LOTION IN HIS LIFELESS TOES.I SLOWLY MADE MY WAY UP HIS TO TENDER THIGHS. THE FACT THAT HE COULDNT MOVE HIS BODY WAS ODDLY SENSUAL TO ME, SO I CONTINUED. I QUICKLY PEEKED AT HIS FACE I SAW NO SIGN OF DISGUST SO I CONTINUED MAKING MY WAY UP. CLOSER AND CLOER TO HIS GENTLEMEN PARTS.I COULD FEEL HIS SOFT EYES ON ME SO I LOOKED UP HIS FACE HID NOTHING. IN HIS EYES I SAW THE LOVE, PASSION, AND MOST IMPORTANLY DESIRE FOR ME TO CONTINUE. I BROUGHT MY FACE CLOSER TO HIS WANTING TO FEEL HIS WITHERED LIPS ON MY YOUTHFUL ONES. IT WAS THE CHAROLLETTE WALKED IN. I JUMPED AWAY LOOKING FLUSHED. I DECIDED NOW WAS THE TIME TO MAKE MY DEPARTURE. I LEANED IN TO KISS MY PROFESSOR ON THE CHEEK TAKING A QUICK NIBBLE AT HIS EAR. I THINK CHAROLLETTE NOTICED BUT AT THAT POINT. I DIDN'T CARE. AS I WALKED THROUGH THE DOORWAY I TURNED BACK STARING RIGHT INTO THOSE BEAUTIFUL EYES OF MY PROFESSOR, MY COACH, MY LOVER, AND I WHISPERED LOUD ENOUGH FOR HIM TO HEAR,

"WHY CAN'T I QUIT YOU."