"Tom, baby, please, oohhh, you're squeezing too hard, you're hurting my tithes! Don't be so rough, baby. You know you can have them any time you want. Let me straddle your lap. Oooohh, Jesus! Have you got a flashlight in your pants or are you just glad to see me, honey bunny?"

Joanne leaned on the desk, shocked. The strange voice continued.

"Bite me! Bite my little nipple. Feel how it gets fat and hard when you bite it? Now lick it. Use your tongue on me, you old cocker! My old cocker, sweet cocker, hard cocker, big cocker… suck me! Do you know that if you suck a woman long enough, she'll make milk in her titties, even if she's never had a baby? I wonder how long that has to be? Seems like I ought to have tits full of milk, the way you eat them up, you dirty old man. Sweet dirty old man. Let me squash down on your big itchy dick. Don't you just ache inside, ache for wanting to put your prick up me? Maybe I won't let you do it today. What do you think of that? Damn you, biting my nipple isn't any kind of answer! Take your mouth off and talk to me, Tommy baby!"

Tommy baby? There was a churning in Joanne's stomach and a sour taste at the back of her mouth, and she felt as if she were going to vomit all over the carpeted floor.

"If you won't let me put my cock in you," Tom replied, "if you won't let me, maybe I'll just bend you over and slide those tight pants down your sweet ripe ass and shove it up you anyway. What do you think of that, Miss Honeybun?"

Honeybun? Miss Honeybun? And Tommy baby? Joanne knew she was going to be sick. She raised her fist to her lips, pressed it down hard, anything to stifle the scream she felt rising in her throat.

"Why do you wear such tight jeans?" Tom was saying. "I don't like it, you strutting around with your ass on display."

"Mmmm, yeah," the female voice answered, "but just think of it this way – all those people looking at my ass and none of them can have it, none of them except my own sweet big cock professor. Mmm, honey, do I get an A for that?"