I reached down and noticed she had her heels off and her legs were slightly open.“French tips,” I thought to myself as I sat back up.My heart star...ed to beat much harder and my dick got hard. I sat my briefcase on my lap to cover it up the best I could. Her high heel ended up near me, and I grew even more nervous seeing those sexy pedicured feet near me. Deep down I wanted to just grab it and rub it all over my throbbing dick until I shot huge loads of cum all over them. But I played it. However the total impression on me was that it was awesome sex. Raw & crude certainly but definitely titillating & exhilerating. As for humiliation, it was true some of the guys referred to me in disparaging terms but for the life of me I can not understand this double standard. Guys seem to seek out sluts & whores to fuck because the so called ‘good’ girls won’t fuck them. So then they insult the sluts & whores because they put out for them. But what is so galling to me is that guys having. 'Christ!' I thought to myself, 'This boy ain't submissive, he's a fuckin' doormat.'"Kinda," He said, "I mean, I'm passin' the class." Yeah? Who's class you in?" Um, yours, actually. I sit two rows behind you."I couldn't believe I never even noticed him before but I didn't dwell on it. I pushed the chair next to me out and stared at him. Predictably, he got up and sat in it. I pushed my book at him. "Make it make sense." I yanked the chair closer to me, causing him to yelp like a girl.. " Thank you," I replied. "You told me a minute ago that independent study was for students that are 'struggling' in school. Correct?" Yes," she said carefully."I don't agree with independent study," I said. "I think it's an atrocity. I think you counselors and administrators spend far too much time trying to cover up for poor students instead of trying to help them. Sure, you'd lose a bunch anyway but even if you could save just one, just a single one, wouldn't it be worth it?"Before she could.