Robin watched through the plate glass as Amber stalked the now-naked professor across the room, forcing him up against the wall, mussing his hair and rubbing her hands across his chest. The other girls laughed and applauded. At a spoken command, the professor got down on his hands and knees and crawled along behind her, stopping to kiss the shoes of each of the girls. His face was beet-red; Robin could imagine the deep humiliation he felt. His c**k was glistening with moisture, testifying to the fact that there was perverse pleasure even in his torture. An entire semester without orgasm...the thought sent shivers up and down Robin’s spine. That fate might be his; he had no way of knowing when or even if Tabitha and the other girls would show mercy.
After he had kissed their shoes, Amber b
