My right hand was teasing my lower half. There was a bra and a thong thrown on the floor. The photo was totally, undeniably sexual, and the professor ...as going to punish me! What if I was expelled? What if he filed a lawsuit? I don't have the time, money or patience to deal with that kind of thing right now! The terror of the thing I had done took me over. I was trembling and hyperventilating for a good twenty minutes before I received a reply. I was not ready for what I was about to read. . His bed was unmade and small. I sat on it, my naked ass finding comfort on his sheets. Watching him digging through a chest of drawers, I laid back on his pillow, taking in the scent of his blanket. My pussy was still soaking wet. I watched his ceiling fan whir as my fingers found their way between my legs, one of the three lightbulbs was burned out. Bobby busied himself, gathering clothes as I spread my legs for better access. Moaning softly as I pushed two fingers deep into my sex. My juices. And as I was nearing her the first thing her eyes looked at was my pants. I got a clue that she was desperate. I was not sure whether to tell that I am the one she is talking through the mails.To know whether she is interested, on the way back home I was asking questions about herself and whether she has boyfriend and stuff. I had one hand on her shoulder and the other was let free. She was actually driving pretty fast and she didn’t notice the speed breakers ahead. And thus the bike jumped. “Take off your pants and bend over here.” “Not my pants, please!” Swish. The cane caught me on the side of my leg and I slid down my pants and put them on the stool. I stood there nude in front of two women. Usually I was proud of my 8 inch cock but standing in front of these ladies, still in uniform, I tried to hide it with my hands. “Move your hands away” barked Miss Philips, and they smiled at my embarrassment as my cock sprang out. “Now, bend right over this stool and stand with your.