“Good boys get dessert,” she said, and pulled her bottom to one side, revealing herself to me. It must’ve been the 10th time that day that I went down on a woman.
“Very good, boy,” she said in a breathy voice when I’d finished. “Now finish your work.”
I heard her cry out from the bedroom again an hour or two later. I finished my assignment and started researching FLRs. Online, I found the book her prof had lent her, but I’d been told not to read it so I didn’t, though there were others. An hour later, Reva came out wearing another sexy outfit, this one suggesting a schoolteacher. High heels, sheer hose, red lipstick, a tight smart mid-thigh skirt and white blouse with the top three buttons undone. Her bra was black and made her breasts look bigger. Her fingernails were longer and red lik
