"I want to get my tongue up inside you," he went on, pausing to moisten his lips. "I want to fuck your pussy with it, to fuck you until you go crazy."

"Shut up!" she snarled. She'd had enough. It was time to show the distinguished scholar who was boss.

Bertrand blinked at her, his lower jaw slack.

"Down on the floor!" she demanded, pointing an imperious finger at the foot of his chair. The professor instantly dropped, kneeling there, his eyes wildly expectant, like a dog that is about to be given a tasty treat and knows it.

"Put your nose on the floor!" she said.

He didn't think twice about it, but lowered his face, pressing the tip of his nose to the linoleum, sticking his behind up in the air. Joselyn laughed at him.

"You really do want to kiss my cunt, don't you?" she said.

Bertrand whimpered, maintaining the nose to tile contact that she had ordered.

"Well, come on then," she told him. "Crawl for it!"

Dr. Bertrand scooted across the floor like a dog on a fresh trail, only raising his face the linoleum when he was directly under her proffered crotch… He meekly lifted his head up, peering at her bare pussy from a distance of less than a foot.

"Did I tell you to take your nose off the floor?" she asked.

Bertrand whimpered and jammed his face back down, salaaming to her wet cunt.

"Now," she said, "when I tell you to lift your head, I want you to do everything I say. You will follow my instructions, do you understand?"

He moaned that he did.

Joselyn gave the crotch band another yank, making sure that it in no way interfered with his access to her vagina. Then she demanded, "Lift your head."

The professor obeyed. His eyes were horribly bloodshot and the tip of his nose was smudged with dirt from its trek across the office floor.