When the class was over, each student turned in one drawing and models were dismissed. As said, easy.The next week our instructions were a little diff...rent. We were to arrive at least 30 minutes early, undress in the professor’s private studio and dress in loose fitting robes (really just bath robes). The idea was to have the models in a position to show off some skin. The early arrival was to insure that no marks would be visible on our skin from tight fitting clothes before the class session.. Claire has the horse ready and off I go. It’s a warm sunny day and I have on a sleeveless tee-shirt and skimpy bra, I normally wear a sports bra but it is so warm I do not want the restriction and am enjoying the feeling in my nipples as they bounce and graze against the fabric. I am also quite wet in my cunt as the vigorous movement of the horse cantering has rubbed my clit to overdrive. I have just pulled my horse up from his final canter and happen across two walkers who appear lost and ask. I listened to the music and even bought a drink for a pretty creature with sparkling eyes. It looked like a female, acted like a female and talked like a female but my gut told me “beware” because this was only an imitation woman. The truth was in the size of the thick wrist that held the concoction of unknown ingredients. Then, there was the ridiculous price that made me the fool and the creature my accomplice in fostering a lie.I was in an Orwellian world where the Truth was really a Lie and. ” “I like yours too,” he said and reached over to play with it. He fumbled around getting a feel for me, first running his fingertips all over it, then stroking lightly with them, thumb on the top, the other fingers on the bottom. I gripped him firmly and slowly pumped him, and soon I asked, “How is it?” He said, “Oh God, I wanted to feel another cock for so long.” I sat up on my knees on the couch facing him so that he could use both hands on me. I held myself up with my left hand as I.