”“But ... I mean, guys are always talking about what they’re doing with their girlfriends, right? I mean that’s what I’ve heard anyway. I’...ve heard guys talking,” she protested.“Have you ever heard me talking?” he quizzed her.Heather’s eyes widened at this. Shaking her head, she said, “No.”“That’s because I don’t talk. Oh, I mean, lots of the guys know we’re seeing each other, and I suppose they might know we’re, well, you know, but I don’t tell them what we do.” He held her against him. Professor Induja was also still sticking around but she had no work. Induja entered the classroom and was pleased to find him there.“Prof Jayant! Not going home anytime soon?” asked Induja as she strode in after closing the door behind her. Prof Jayant watched her in awe. She was wearing a yellow saree and green blouse, her cleavage hardly covered so that it looked like her boobs were popping out of her blouse. Her hair was loose and wavy as she walked; the sight of her swaying waist excited. "I smiled at him and squeezed his arm. "It's OK. She was only around for three or four years before she took off. And the one thing I remember about him is the fights I used to hear her and Daddy having when they thought I was asleep. I've had fifteen years to learn how to manipulate him. And he never argues with me. If she pitted herself against me in a battle to convince Daddy of anything, she'd be lucky to get out alive."I kissed Jack on the cheek. "Don't you see? I've been worried about. " I also left teeth marks beneath her curves. Souvenirs for her to take straight to Hell. I deftly fastened the clown's nose/ball gag as a precaution but not before she uttered an incantation. But, what kind of spell did she summon?The answer came quickly as in a bright flash of orange light a riding crop appeared, levitating above us. As it swished magically through the air it began to play Devo's 'Whip it.' The symbolism was not lost on me so grabbing it I brought it down on her bare bottom.