“You have weaknesses in your drawing.” I glanced around. There had been over twenty of us in this class at the beginning of the term. Now there we...e fourteen. The bastard was living up to his reputation of weeding out students who couldn’t take it. I might have been one of them if I hadn’t bonded with Mary and entered into a mutual support pact. “Just in case you have forgotten your weaknesses, let me review them. You...” he pointed at a girl four seats over from me, “ ... smudge everything.. Trying to hide it would have just drawn more attention, so I didn't bother."You are a very good artist, sir," I told him. "I may have the distinction of being one of a very few clients who has declined one of your designs."Morton smiled as he put the book away in a drawer of his desk and closed it."Thank you, your appreciation is noted."He meant my physical reaction and I smiled at the diplomatic way he put it."I know about your other clients," I confessed.His head came up and his mouth opened. I had discovered that fact in gymclass in high school, just a few years ago. Notreally thinking about it at the time, I just acceptedthe idea.There were never many people around this area of thebeach, and though it had been the subject ofcontroversy a few years ago, the State Department ofParks and Recreation had finally designated it as anude beach. They decided that they had better thingsto do than hassle nudists, and would not even act oncomplaints anymore. Things settled down, and thebeach. I was so hot by then that a blow job would have been over in ten seconds. I wanted it to last long enough for me to enjoy it and for her to learn something. I decided on a different approach. "Honey, I think it would be a good idea if you learned how to give a hand job first. Every girl should know how to do it so she can give her man relief when she isn't in the mood for other games. Anyway, I don't think you could handle my first load. It's going to be a whopper. My second load will be half.