I must be dreaming... Vasiliev grinned as the thought of anally penetrating his young student crossed his mind. Vasiliev took off the condom and tosse...d it in the trash. He grabbed some unscented lotion from his desk and pumped some on his fingers. He walked back around his desk where Christine was eagerly waiting for him with her ass spread open. He reached between her cheeks and massaged the lotion into her butt-hole. He felt her pucker with his touch and slipped in a finger. Christine. "Target acquired. CP Southeast corner. Fifteen minutes."I tried to act calmly, but gave my dinner companions my apologies. "Urgent meeting," I explained. "Can I impose on you to give Sheri a ride home?"Sheri was confused. "Urgent meeting? You never have urgent meetings," she said."Rarely. I can't miss this one. I honestly have to run. I'm sorry. I'll see you tonight."I grabbed a cab and was dropped at the Ritz Carlton a couple of blocks away, making my way to the rendezvous from inside the. She was embarrassed and her hand lifted up to cover his eyes … he laughed. "What's up?" she said."I can't watch you now." I don't want you to." But it is such a turn-on for me to watch your face, to see the reactions there as I take your body. It helps me to know when to push and when to stop."She took her hand away and smiled up at him. "Alright, if you must. But I can't look at you. I'm so embarrassed that I'm making this simple everyday thing such a slow and tedious task. Please forgive me,. Take you into arms and show you how I felt, how long I had wanted you and how I knew that you felt the same. I fought the urge to lift you up and carry you to the bar, your legs wrapped around my waist, pressed against each other, feeling the heat and feeding off one another’s passion. I could think of nothing else but breathing in the heady mix of that light perfume and the deeper, more sensual scent of your own, letting it intoxicate me and cloud my judgment, an appetiser arousing my senses.