The instructor had been given permission by the BSC Board of Directors to proceed in this fashion. Having this world renowned art teacher as part of t...e faculty was a privilege and this instructor was taking full advantage of her status to run her classes exactly how she wanted to.Being asked to go nude or leave the class with no refund had surprised everyone in the room but all the male students present could see the logic of it and quietly acquiesced to the demand. Jennifer and all the other. Then again, I only had myself to blame as I had to pack up my computer. Go figure. After getting checked in with the boarding gate representative, I double-checked my seat assignment and headed down the jet way. I greeted the fight attendants and made my way down the narrow aisle to my seat, 20-A. Hunting for seat numbers in an airplane is always a challenge, isn't it. Being over six feet tall doesn't help much either, as I had to bend over and crank my neck to read most of the numbering. Savita was also sad. She had little tears in her eyes. She said, “Ashok! Doesn’t all these years together mean anything to you??”Ashok got furious. He angrily looked at Savita bhabhi and said, “They didn’t seem to when you were fucking Lakshman Thakur!” Savita was guilty of what he said and she just looked down. After a minute, she said, “Please don’t talk like that!”.On the other side, the judge was sitting there looking at papers and rubbing his forehead listening to them. Savita looked up at. .. hanh... before." Irene blubbered as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks."Does it matter to you, Irene," I asked in a soft voice for, as I thought about how she'd fucked me, I decided that I was definitely not the first inside that hairy, juicy twat. "And I don't see any blood," I added although I knew that the absence of a cherry wasn't conclusive evidence of non-virginity."Hanh... but you are... you're the first... hanh... and it does matter... hanh... Joe... Hanh... It matters a lot,".