And at least spring semester is almost over, with finals happening the following week. As you're about the start tonight's lab, one of your students r...ises her hand."John, are you going to let us know what our labs grades are so far?" The hand and voice belong to Ashley, a petite blonde Nursing major. She's been grade obsessed the entire semester. It can get annoying at times, but you have to admit she's a dedicated student. That, and she's incredibly cute, which doesn't hurt. She has short. “Alex,” she called out huskily. “Please… make it hurt,” she pleaded nastily, and I thought, that fucking slut, she really was a whore. “Make it hurt, Alex,” she repeated and that did it for me. I couldn’t wait any longer. Seeing the little vixen bent over the table, her arms locked behind her back, her breasts flattened on the table, she was looking so vulnerable and needy. It set something off in me. I was gonna fuck her raw like last night. I placed my glistening cockhead on her puckered. She handed me her coat, turned away and I dutifully put it awaywithout a word. While I was bustling near the front closet the master ofthe house stepped in after putting a cigarette out. As he walked past me hewhispered into my ear,"I'll meet you in the study as soon as she's gone upstairs." I did not knowwhat he meant, but I was eager for someone to tell me who I was, anything atall. I felt like a stranger to my own life. Curiously I no longer felt thedesire to return to my previous body, just. It was amateur, for sure, but Scott was right; it was incredible. It was, I think, maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, because it was every good part of our fuck session minus all the un-sexy details, like when I farted or when Dyl had to stop for a minute to take a piss break. The clumsiness when we developed cramps or when we switched positions was all edited out, and our different angles blended beautifully into one another. Also, we looked fantastic. I looked much more muscular than I.