Searching among the faculty list, I found her by her picture!“Ms. Nila Saxena (MA, Ph.D.) – Associate Professor, Department of English”Ms? I was...shocked. She wasn’t even married. My happiness knew no bounds. So, I can try my chance with her.I also came to know that she was the Head of English Literary Society of the college. I decided to join it. Usually, final year students do not join any society due to study pressure, but I had different ideas.On the first day of the 5th semester, a seminar. Lowes was at one of my parents get togethers. As nervous as I was to see him, he seemed to be more nervous. That made me feel bold. When he headed toward the bathroom, I followed him. I snuck in behind him when no one was around or looking. Mr. Lowes seemed shocked and softly said, "you need to get out, your parents are here." I pressed up against him and put my hand on his crotch. I then attempted to kiss him and he protested, pushing me back. I then aggressively felt up his balls and cock. I've got to be really "balls out" here.Inside, he was uncertain about what to do, but outwardly, he appeared in command. He said with a shrug, "Okay, if that's the way it's going to be, then we have two options. One, I can leave right now. I see no reason to help either of you as long as you're acting like complete bitches. Two, the two of you kiss and make up. And I do mean that literally. If the two of you can bring each other off, then and only then will I do the painting. And to give you. "Why don't you get in the back, and let me thank you." Aren't you worried about this?" I said as I pulled my mask off."No, are you? It's really a bunch of BS - 99+% survival rate - come fuck me, now!"I couldn't, and didn't, agree more! She was parked in a far corner of the parking lot (obviously to avoid the little dents from car doors to her new expensive SUV, and I do the same), so this afforded us some sense of privacy.I didn't question this, and opened the read door. Her rear seats were.