The lecture hall was half empty on Friday afternoon, a smaller seminar for advanced students that Kabir had added to the schedule at the last minute. Amber sat in the front row, her skirt smoothed over her thighs, her lacy panties already damp against her skin. The rose gold plug was a steady, humming presence inside her, and her breasts, heavy with milk, were bound in a sheer ivory bra that did nothing to hide the dark circles of her areolas.

Kabir stood at the podium in a black suit, his white shirt open at the collar. He looked relaxed, almost casual, but his dark eyes held the familiar fire that made Amber’s pulse race. He waited until the last student settled before he began.