Masturbation was up next.Great.I stared at the word, and didn't say anything. By now she felt comfortable with me. That much was obvious. She had told... me things that would probably curl her husband's toes. I felt a little like a spy who had wormed his way into her confidence. But I wasn't a spy. I was just a guy trying to get a good grade.It was about then that she apparently decided I was moving too slowly. She reached out and plucked the clipboard out of my hands. Those wolf eyes flitted. Did you hear the doctor say that you were going to be going to the bathroom a lot?" Yes, I heard that, and I believe him. I need to go right now."Okay, the tour can wait another day. We got home as fast as we could. She never mentioned underwear at all. Being denied panties was probably normal to a woman who had been forced into prostitution and been chained and beaten into obedience.When we got back to the corridor outside my crew's two pods Ellen asked me to hold her suit, and when I took it. I began to whisper ‘I want…’ and felt him twitch and shutter. His cock throb. And jet after jet of cum shooting deep inside me. It felt so warm. I continued to massage his erupting cock with my hungry pussy, greedily accepting all he had to offer me. Gradually his tremors subsided and I whispered what I would like to do next. I felt him jerk as I whispered how I wanted to slid off his sticky gooey cum coated cock, and bury it in my mouth. I felt him jerk as his cock slipped from my dripping. ‘You want to, I can feel it’. She nodded shyly, without looking up. ‘Not yet, not now’, she stepped back and held my hand. Minutes later I was back in my apartment alone, still panting and my head still dizzy with lust and the scent of her perfume, I relived my frustration once more. Our messages became increasingly frequent and littered with kisses. A few days later she insisted on taking me to a ruined temple one afternoon. She thought I would be interested in it and chatted away excitedly.