"Hello Professor," I said when he opened the door."Hello, I see you are wearing jean this time," he said."My notes said it was a nude job," I replied....So, what difference does it make what I take off?" I asked."None, So it's going to be all business?" he asked."I expect it to be all business until you finish what you planned to do to the painting yes. After that who knows," I said.No matter what they tell you modeling is boring work. I sat in that stupid metal chair again. I tried to stay still. With her fingers falling into circling motions she wondered further why she had until now never taken the chance to change that or even realized she could. She giggled slightly as she thought of all the other restraints social life put on everyone without anyone realizing.She had often experienced that when her class mates were appalled by actions she deemed completely normal, but failed to understand she was less free from such restrains than simply suffering from different ones.Jessica. She had only an hour or so before thought how she needed a teacher, now she had one, but her mother? Mum was clearly enjoying herself, and really knew what to do, but she could have just told her. “Now you,” Paula said, “ like that.”Lorraine took hold of the cock, still wet from her mother, and then lowered herself onto it. It felt different this way round, until now she had only been fucked laying on her back. Ross was meeting her thrusts now, this felt good, better than she’d had before. Ross. .." The voice came from the stall. It was a deep sexii voice that would make anyone melt if whispered close to there ears. Karl's heart was beating fast as he went to push the stall door open. The Door slowly opened and there he was, one of the most popular, muscular, finest guys in the school, Jerking his huge, thick, veiny, hard cock. This boii's name was Dylan. Dylan was a lacrosse player with a nice lean muscular body. His little white tan covered his skin and his black hair was spiked up..