She’d caught me just staring, awed by her, more than once. The other men on the faculty were very brazen about their opinions towards the female stu...ents, so it didn’t take me long to discover that I wasn’t the only one who fantasized about teaching Sophia a little more than English Literature. The golden opportunity presented itself in the form of King Lear. Sophia only pulled through with a C- on her last test, although the validity of that grade could be compromised, seeing as how I. "Is it because..." the man trailed off."No, it has nothing to do with her being my niece." my aunt snapped."I'm sorry." the man apologized sincerely. "But people aren't taking it lightly that you turned your niece into a sub. It's taboo and all, you know." If a prosecutor can be tied and fucked by the defendant that she was supposed to prosecute a few days later within these walls, I can't see how our relationship is any worse." aunt Mary remarked pointedly."You have a point." Rowan sighed and. She still had a few tears in her eyes. I held her head and made her head rest on my shoulder. I put my arms around her shoulder.She did not object and she continued to rest her head. We were in that position for 15 minutes without talking. I was somewhat aroused. I did not know what got into me, I slowly removed her head from my shoulder, held her face and kissed her lips. She did not kiss me back but neither objected.I continued to kiss her lips and was trying to part her lips. After 5 minutes. A woman with a big smile while leaning back to show her pussy to the artist, like she wanted to entice her.She looked at the painting, then she looked at me, then back to the Painting again. “That's you, isn't it.”“It is.” Carolyn was an artist. She painted everything. Walls, villages in Afghanistan, our friends. She gave out paintings to friends and as payment for big favors. Most of all, she painted me. She painted me sleeping. She painted me reading. She painted me cleaning my M-16. And this.