Fondling my balls must have been a major turn on for the professor because he quickly reached organism. I found it enjoyable as well and also came qui...ckly.After one Friday encounter the professor asks me to not have sex or masturbate until we meet again. He wants to see how much I can cum if I am not sexually active. Thinking it would be interesting I agree. A week goes by and we meet again in the sauna. As usual the professor fondles my balls. He comments about how much sperm he can feel in. .." eeeooooooooo" I slapped heron her ass..hard. I cupped her left tit with my hand, kneading it,pressing it, the soft flesh under my palm, my fingers circling hernipples, she cried out "uuunnnnnnhhhhh" , "aannnnnhhhh" . Was she likingit?? I lifted my hands and dipped inside her kameez... into her braand grabbed a nipple between my fingers. She suddenly startedstruggling, twisting around, groaning..." uuunnggggh" . I amost lostcontrol but I had her nipple in my hand so I pinched really. It was the Zoe syndrome. "Never mind. I know what you mean," I chuckled. "Anyway, despite my ... reputation, would you care to join me at the SUB?"She looked at me again, and a smile replaced the questioning look. "Sure. I brought my own," she said pointing to the bag on her shoulder."Me too. Mom insists," I grinned, wondering if that would make her wonder just how worldly I really was.We had a nice lunch together and got to know each other a bit. She was from a large family in East Vancouver.. Sure there were some things she'd like smaller and some larger; a couple she'd rather not have at all, but by and large, she was an attractive woman. As her eyes moved lower, she briefly paused at her breasts.She wished she had bigger tits; at 34B's, they weren't as full and round as she would like and she barely had any cleavage to show off to the guys. She thought about getting them enhanced but that cost a lot of money that she didn't have.Running her hands over her breasts caused her.