I showed off my privates to my Biochem 401 teacher. He’s kind of hot, so that made what I did a little easier, but I did it – several times in one...class, in fact. The class is held in one of our theater class rooms where each row of seats is about a foot or so higher than the row in front. I sat so my crotch was at eye level for the instructor. Every time I leaned over to get something from my purse, my legs just happened to spread apart. I don’t think he took his eyes off me the whole class.. On his various travels, we both swiped right on Tinder and had a good first date. Normally I wouldn't put out on the first date but his kisses were really good and he knew just how to touch me. But he was an asshole that only cared about himself and getting laid, pretty much like every other guy. But still, I had to see him one last time just to say goodbye before he left the country. Little did I expect how the night might end.Let me say a few things about him first. He is a French guy and he. मी अधाशीपणे तिची साडी फेडून टाकली. तिने काळा पेटीकोट घातला होता. पेटीकोट हा माझा स्त्रियांचा सगळ्यात नावडता कपड़ा होता. पण तिच्या शरीरावर तोहि कमालीचा खुलुन दिसत होता. माझ्यासमोर जणू शृंगारदेवताच उघडी पडली होती.मी तिला उभं केलं तिने लाजुन तिचे दोन्ही हात क्रॉस करून तिच्या छातीवर धरले होते. तिच्या दोन्ही कोपरांच्या मधे तिची बेंबी खुप खुलुन दिसत होती. तिच्या कमरेवर बांधलेल्या पेटीकोटवर तिची त्वचा अगदी हलकेच लोंबत होती. आणि बेंबीच्या जरास्सं खाली बांधलेली चांदीची साखळी हलकेच तिच्या पोटावर दाब टाकत. I pointed out that an army travelled on its stomach and that any men we took with us would need plenty of food and water and the animals would need fodder. He grumbled about it for a moment or two until I handed him a sack of coins and a detail of men to help him out. I was certain that if necessary, the jingling of coin would expedite his mission.With the quartermaster off finding wagons and the prisoners being marched away, I turned my attention to other matters that needed tending to before.