She was a beautiful young woman. Early 20s. Light beautiful tan skin. Big brown eyes. Red hair. About 5'11". Big round ass that would drive any guy cr...zy. Big round breasts that I fantized about sucking and playing with most of the time. The rest of the time I imagined how much more beautiful she would look tied up and gaged. She got up and paid for her drink. I drank the last of my vodka and coke and paid for my drink following her outside. As she was walking it was about 10:00 at night. I had. I want you to learn about technique from the painter’s perspective instead of the critic’s.”After their outing, they came back to the rooms. She was excited about what he had shown her. The techniques of the artists were far more interesting than what critics had to say. She loved to learn and the things he wanted her to learn fascinated her. It was one of her more attractive traits that drew him to her. Her intelligence, curiosity and imagination held great promise for him. She still bitterly. “Ican’t believe I dressed like this. With everybody having heard what happened, every guyand his brother were looking to hook up with me.” “I know the feeling,” I sighed. She pulled back a step, the mascara having run downbecause of her tears. The highlighter on her eyes and the way they glistened had meentranced. I pulled her to me in a long slow kiss. We must have been at it quite a whilebefore I heard a deep masculine clearing of the throat and looked up to see Mr. Banister, the school. As she took my hand and led me upstairs I couldn’t help watch her ass wiggle, it was hypnotic, she swayed with grace and oozed sex appeal, I wondered what she saw in me!Inside her boudoir she laid me down on the bed, took her camera from the bedside table and began taking pictures, simply smiling as she did so, ‘these are for me to pleasure myself to later baby’ she said..... Once happy with the 50 photos she must have taken she placed the camera back down, slipped off her soaked thong and.