That was our agreement when in public; but now it didn't matter. No one in class would pay attention to anything we did, and I planned to take advanta...e of that fact.As Mary started to give the day's lecture, I raised my hand. She glanced up and called on me."Yes, John?" she asked."I have a suggestion," I said. "Why don't you have the class work quietly at their desks while you and I fuck?"This outrageous statement was greeted by a mutter of agreement from the class. Mary blinked a bit in. And then she suddenly realizes in a weird diversion of all that is happening at this moment that Donald would be a Dr. too. He does have his Ph.D. in his field.He always refers to himself as only Professor Ryan, how she knows him, but. As pompous as Donald can often be, she is amazed that he does not throw this title for himself around. It amuses her as these thoughts run through her head. It keeps her for a moment not having to deal with what is happening.But she is quickly brought back from. There’s also occasional vertical breaks between the panels to accommodate the curvature of the lecture theatre and the desk. When we have a male teacher, by carefully positioning myself and crossing, un-crossing and opening my legs, I ensure that there is a direct sight line from the front of the class straight up my skirt to my stocking tops. It doesn’t take them long to spot it. Like my bra-less tease, from then on they cannot help themselves. They try not to stare but they do. They look away. I caught her watching me once, but seeming more shy than sly.The men mostly left me alone though for some of them it might have been just their normal attitude. I'll bet some hadn't even heard the news. We aren't a particularly with-it bunch. I was a bit afraid of come-ons, but received only a couple, and I was surprised how subtle they were. I didn't know the guys had it in them. Not that I was the least bit comfortable with what was implied.Michael wasn't one of them, thank God. In fact, I.