Yes, she accepts

Gretchen watched as Professor Klein wrote in an "A+" then gave her a big smile.

"You did a very good job on this assignment." The professor said.

And Gretchen stepped over toward her teacher, smiled back, then pressed her lips against the professor's.

Professor Klein grabbed Gretchen and held her back. "What are you doing?"

"I'm... I'm thanking you. For the grade." Gretchen answered, feeling a little rejected. "Don't you want to?"

The professor smiled and looked up and down Gretchen's tight naked body. "I do want to. But I have a rule against not doing students."

"Please!" Gretchen blurted out. "Let me! I want to kiss you. I want to lick you. I want to taste your pussy." The thought and wonder of what Professor Klein's magnificent pussy must be like shot through Gretchen's head and she felt herself getting wet again.

"You have an amazing body, do you know that Gretchen?" Professor Klein said. "It's unfortunate more people haven't experienced it."

"I want you to experience it." Gretchen went on. All she could think of now was the joy of her tongue in the professor's wet pussy. "I want to please you with it.

The slaves just watched.

"Please, let me see your pussy." Gretchen begged.

"I'm sorry, my rules..." The professor started but Gretchen interrupted

"Just, just let me see it!" Gretchen was ****. For a moment she wondered again what she had become. But didn't care. She had only one desire right now.

"It would only be to look. It would only be a tease." Professor Klein insisted.

"I don't care." Gretchen's nude slim body was twitching. "I'll do anything."

And then the silent room seemed to fall even more silent. The professor smiled a wicked grin.

"'Anything' is a very dangerous thing to say to me dear." The professor said seriously.

"I mean it" Gretchen said, not caring what could come of it. She suddenly had a one track mind. She was now one of the sex-obsessed.

And suddenly Professor Klein's jeans were off. She wore no underwear and her bald pussy was exposed.

It looked amazing. Gretchen stared at those lips for a long time, feeling desire and desperation flitter about every inch of her body. She wanted to slip a finger into her slit again. No, she wanted the slaves' fingers. No, she wanted Professor Klein's fingers.

"Let me have just a little taste." she begged.

"Absolutely not." the professor stayed determined.

"I'll do beyond anything. Whatever is the worst thing you've ever made a girl do. I'll do that. I'll do more" Gretchen pleaded. She heard the slaves whispering behind her. "Please.... please....."

Finally Professor Klein slipped one of her own fingers into her twat and swirled it around a bit until it was nice and moist. Gretchen's eyes watched intensely.

Then the professor held her glistening finger out to Gretchen who slipped her lips around it quickly and eagerly, the taste of Professor Klein's pussy alone making her feel like she was going to orgasm again. She couldn't believe this was what she had been missing.

She attacked her professor's finger with her tongue for a while, until she was sure it was cleaned of all juice. Then she backed up and whispered, "thank you."

"Oh you don't have to thank me dear." Professor Klein said as she slipped her jeans back on. "Let's talk about this 'beyond anything'"

Gretchen smiled. She knew it would be okay. "Yes please."