“Thank you, Lisa,” the girl replied softly. Despite the awkwardness of the situation—the tension of this unasked-for meeting with her lustful professor’s helplessly unsuspecting wife, the feeling of being almost completely exposed in this elegant little dress that clearly had been made just for her, the knowledge that her poor excitable pierced n*****s stood inexplicably crinkled and erect and embarrassingly obvious beneath the thin glossy skin of her short-hemmed gown—Rachel could not help smiling at the compliment.
“But you didn’t have to get so dressed up just for little old me,” chuckled the woman.
“Well…” Rachel squirmed, remembering all of the perverse and provocative costumes with which this woman’s husband had replaced her normal wardrobe—the leather and latex and lace, the out-
