Donald's POV
We sat there in the chair still getting our breaths back, when the door handle rattled. My heart almost stopped. I looked at Diana. She seemed frightened, and then a childish smile appeared on her face.
"Donald? Are you in there?" a voice called out.
It was Professor Miller. He was my best friend in the department. He was a good fellow with a deep voice.
"One second, Miller!" I yelled. "I'm busy with a student right now!"
"Well, hurry up! I need that book back!" Miller shouted.
Diana leaned into my ear. "Let him in, Donald. Allow him to see and feel what you are doing to me.
"Are you crazy?" I hissed.
"No. I want it. I desire you both, and I want to rub your wet c***s in my hands,"Diana added, speaking confidently with her hand that was sliding down.
I looked at the d
