" I promised my mother I'd get the degree. I don't need it to be an artist." And you expect to learn your craft—no, I'm not talking about the art—...o learn the craft, the tools, the materials, and the techniques from books? From someone with letters after their name? In my class you are the apprentice. Even if eventually you prove to have more artistic talent than me, you will learn the craft from me. Until you show yourself to be enough superior to me to teach this class, you will continue to. When she came around the corner and stood there in the doorway. I asked her what she wanted to do now. She stood there and just smiled. The next thing I knew she started moving slowly towards me taking off her blouse, then dropping it. Then she unzipped her skirt, dropping it and stood there. She stood there with only her bar, no panties. I asked if her mother knew that she didn't wear panties, and she just smiled. Then her arms went around her back and unhooked her bra, letting it drop to the. I stoodright in the middle of the table, stroking my cock, looking down at thechairs, imagining all my colleagues sitting there, watching me wankoff. Then I sank to my knees, then lay full length face-down on the table,with my boner pressed to the hard, shiny smooth surface. I reached above myhead and grabbed the edge of the table with two hands, and used theleverage to slide and grind my body up and down the table, pushing downwith my ass at the same time. I humped the table, and I leaked a. She was delighted with the resulting tightness and happily groaned with pleasure. She didn’t shout out, though; that would not have been appropriate for a princess apparently. I thought her mother made plenty of noise, but whatever works for them.By the morning I had ridden her several times, frontwards, backwards, and with fingers. She regally did not complain, but I could see she moved more stiffly when she moved to the bathroom. Stiff but happy. She was, I found, particularly delighted with.