I don’t know why he was so interested in me, and I didn’t want to question it. Nervous, I texted back that I would love to meet him sometime. He t...xted back for me to come over now!He had an apartment near his college campus. With my heart pounding, I drove there and knocked on his door. All I could think about was that picture. That tight little ass in the air.Lust, desire and nature began to take over. He was flirty and a tease. I think he knew I was a little nervous and he liked it. I think. It has finally been a month and unfortunately my grades haven’t risen one bit at all. So once again I was called to stay after class, however I thing I have the advantage because I noticed that Professor Bull was steering at my chest and looking down my shirt whenever he got the chance. Professor Bull: I’m disappointed in you miss Tart, your grades haven’t improved one bite.POV: Oh please Mr. Bull I’m trying my best. Professor Bull: It doesn’t look like your best is good enough., so you leave. I gave her three light slaps with the paddle across her pussy. She yelped but still did not break position. I laid the paddle down beside her on the coffee table and stepped over next to the chair to retrieve her phone. After I took a couple of photos, she stood back up. She was still breathing hard as she typed a few words and sent the text off to her husband."Excellent work, he says", she told me after his reply, "and I have to agree." she said looking down at the floor. "Thank you again for. "Sometimes more. Sorry." he confessed.She was very nosey about this."What is your most times you've done that here." as she rubbed her cum smeared fingers together."Four I think." answered the puzzled Alan. The questioning wasn't going as expected."You do it again, for me. I want to see from the front." Mrs Jones requested sensually.Alan let go of his waistband and let his pants fall. Once again he took hold of his cock and started to work it back to life."I think this is a good picture.