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"Usually, no." I told her and she looked up at me in surprise. "I'm not sating I don't look at the stuff, just usually not while masturbating."

"Why not?" She asked looking directly at me then broke her gaze for a moment and continued, "I mean most of what I've read says that guys use visual stimulation of some kind."

"Goodness that sounds so clinical." I told her laughing, "I don't really know why, though, I guess because most porno is pretty lousy and the stuff I'd like to see or watch is really hard to find."

"Ok, well, let me see, what would you want to look at then?" she asked as she turned her page and started on a blank piece of paper.

"I don't think that was on your original list of questions." I told her in a mock accusational tone.

"Uh, no it wasn't." she blushed then looked up at me and smiled in a way that seemed to convey that she wanted to know for a reason other than her research.

"Well, if I had my choice I'd prefer to watch a woman getting off while I did it." I told her and smiled, she blushed again instantly and turned back to the previous page in her notebook.

"What time of day do you usually do it?"

"Pretty much whenever." I told her.

"Do you have a preferred method?" was her next question after she had jotted down my previous answer. I laughed at her question as an answer popped into my head and I decided to run with it.

"Should I just do a demonstration for you?" I asked her except I was only half kidding by that point in the conversation. She blushed deeply again and as she looked up from her paper her eyes seemed to hesitate on the edge of the desk wondering what was beneath it.

"No, that won't be necessary, but thanks anyway." Then as she looked back down she added as an afterthought, "although, perhaps." And she left the sentence hanging. She was defiantly gaining confidence and I was seeing the part of her that I had thought might lie just beneath the surface but had not know for certain.

"I don't know if I have a favorite method, although one time." And I stopped with a laugh at the memory. She looked at me and her eyes seemed to be waiting for me to continue.

"Yes?" she asked almost in a husky whisper, "I mean this is all for my research." She added hastily trying to cover her slip, but it was too late and I began to wonder what to do with this new piece of information.

"Well, one time I went to Victoria's Secret and bought a pair of silk panties. When I got them home I just wrapped them around my cock and went at it, was kind of interesting." I told her cutting to the chase and using cruder words to see what her reaction would be. I was oddly surprised to see that she really did not have a reaction, almost as though she would have preferred that terminology to the clinical version. She quickly wrote down what I had told her.

"Do you fantasize during?" she asked next and as I glanced at her paper I could see that she was getting close to the end of her questions, which was good as I had a feeling I was going to need some privacy pretty soon.

"Sometimes, but generally no, I just think about the current moment and before you ask, the fantasies all very and there is really no consistent one." I told her and I could tell that I had indeed headed off her next question. She glanced down through the remaining questions a couple of times and then looked back up.

"Well, that's really I was going to ask you." She told me.

"But there are more questions on you paper." I told her playfully pouting.

"Yes, there are, but they are not really questions." She said.

"What do you mean?" I asked her suddenly curious and she turned that bright red color again leaving me with a good guess and wondering if I could get her to say it.

"Well," she began and after looking at me she say my smile and knew that I had already guessed what they were which seemed to encourage her, "They are more of some hands on stuff that I had kind of decided not to worry about with the paper."

"Hmmm, ok, fair enough." I told her reaching for my coffee cup then decided to tease her a little bit, "Although, I believe most professors give better grades to those who do as much research as possible." This time she only slightly blushed and smiled.

"Yeah, well." She said and I laughed letting her off of the hook. "Thank you for being honest and not minding the personal questions." She told me as she closed her notebook and stood up. I nodded to her and she turned to leave.

"I wouldn't mind the hands on research, either, so long as they are your hands doing the research." I told her as she opened the door. She glanced back at me with an odd twinkle in her eye then left the office.

I strolled down the hall towards my office without thinking about the conversation from the previous day. It was odd, while I had thought about for quite awhile; I suddenly stopped and hadn't thought about it since. I turned the corner and found myself in the waiting room; Raylene was behind her desk and was not reading a textbook, which surprised me at first. The textbooks were on her desk but none of them were open. She was typing, I assume her research paper, her fingers moved in a blur over the keyboard. For the first time it occurred to me that she seemed to know a fair amount about computers and was not intimidated by them at all.

"What've I got?" I asked her placing my cup on the edge of the desk. She finished the sentence she was typing then switched to another window on her screen.