He had a very nice, yet though provoking smile. His warm, deep, masculine voice had a tinge of an accent, European she thought. He addressed her infor...ally with her first name, not giving her the deference of Professor. This made her very curious, as any fellow professor or student would have done so. She opened her office, placed her laptop and books on her desk, clicked on the little light behind it and sat down, inviting him to sit."Actually, I was wondering if we might take a walk," he. It was all so good; but I had an idea of how it could be even better.I looked up and out at the students. "Class!" I said.They all looked at me, blinking. I said, "I think it would improve the mood a bit if all the girls here went topless. Why don't you all take your shirts and bras off?"Without a word, they complied. At this age, there were girls in all stages of development. Several didn't wear a bra yet, but there were a couple whose tits were quite impressively large. One of the girls was. I was wearing my loose down-blouse sweater, my demi-bra and jean skirt with thong underwear. Hubby ordered me to take off my bra while he parked the car.This place had the usual thrift store smell. The only person there was an older guy (late 50's) working the counter. We walked around the store and ended up in the clothing area. Hubby found a see through blouse and showed it to me. I knew the plan. I asked the clerk where the fitting room was. He laughed and told me there wasn't a fitting. I can't believe this. This apartment really is haunted. I need to get out of here.But where am I going to go? The rent might be low, but I had to fork over first, last, and a deposit that wiped out my savings. If I leave, I won't get any of that back. I can't afford to move.Wearing a T-shirt and boxers, I try sleeping on the couch, but it's not very comfortable. I lie on my side, facing out into the room, watching the clock tick slowly toward midnight. I must have dozed off because I suddenly.