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Professor Sanders stood in his empty classroom.* He was waiting for his new model, who was going to pose nude for his next art class, which was scheduled to start in forty minutes.* He looked nervously at his watch. She was late.* She should have been there twenty minutes ago. If she didn't show up, the class would*have to be canceled, he thought, pensively.* It would be the second cancellation in one month because of models not showing up.* Who could blame them? He thought.* The pay was*not enough, for a girl to sit totally naked, while several people are staring at her with brushes in their hands.* Just as Professor Sanders was about to give up on her, he noticed a young woman around twenty-five years old standing there in the doorway.* He gave her a quizzical look."Are you Miss Johnson, the girl who is going to do the modeling?""None other," she answered smiling, as she walked into the classroom.* As she strolled up to the desk, she took off the sunglasses she was wearing and slipped them in her purse.* Professor Sanders, found himself looking into the most beautiful female face he had ever seen in his life.* He felt somewhat embarrassed that he had betrayed his feelings as soon as he looked up at her, by appearing somewhat startled.*Her face güvenilir bahis (http://www.eryom.com/) was the absolute epitome of female perfection, of the golden ratio, and all the mathematical proportions of eyes, nose, and mouth, that define female loveliness.* There was also a sweetness and delicacy in her features, in the roundness of her eyes, her apple cheeks, and the loveliness of her ruby red lips, that could readily bend up into the sweetest of smiles.* Her face was framed by beautiful curly locks of hair that flowed gracefully over her shoulders and down her back.*The Professor noticed that her face was not the only beautiful part of her.* She was wearing a low-cut blouse that revealed half of a pair of perfectly shaped breasts.* The clinging outfit she was wearing, revealed a gorgeous female figure with accented contours of breast and ass, that seemed about to bust through the fabric containing them.* For the first time in his life, the professor was absolutely speechless. The woman finally broke the silence."Professor you did want a model didn't you? I am here to be the nude model for your class.""Oh....uh yes," the professor stammered, trying to overcome his speechlessness."Then shall I get out of these things?" She asked,*in a low seductive voice.The professor güvenilir bahis siteleri (http://www.eryom.com/) felt like he was losing control of the situation.* He felt a lump in his throat and he could feel his cock getting hard as he looked at the gorgeous woman standing in front of him.* He felt between a rock and a hard place.* He couldn't very well tell her to leave without cancelling the class, and obviously, her presence*was going to give him problems.* Finally, he decided it was time to take a stand."Miss Johnson,"*he said, trying to assume a voice of authority, "this is a classroom and I have students coming in soon.* Please go to the changing room back there, and when you are through, come out with a towel around you.""Of course Mr. professor," she replied in a voice that contained elements of sarcasm and seduction. "I will do anything you ask," she said, smiling seductively at him, and running her fingers under his chin as she turned and walked toward the dressing room.As she walked away, the professor's eyes followed the seductive swing of her lovely round ass. 'The best ass on the planet*no doubt,' he thought. This just wouldn't do, he thought again to himself.* After all, he was not a strongly moral man.* He had divorced two of his wives iddaa siteleri (http://www.eryom.com/) because of affairs with other women, and he had had numerous affairs.* His one weak point was women, and she was hitting him right in his weak point, and he knew above all, that he was falling for her.* He was just thinking that maybe he should just cancel the class when he saw the woman come out of the dressing room.His mouth flew opened.* She came out totally naked. In his mind, he thought that he had never seen a more perfect specimen of female nakedness.* The subdued light of the class provided a strong contrast of light and shadow, along her luscious contours, revealing and accentuating the firmness of her breast, the narrowness of her waist, and the roundness of her lovely ass."Miss Johnson, I thought I told you to come out with a towel around you.""Now professor, this is an art class. How are your students going to draw me if I have a towel round me?"He knew she was being sarcastic, but the truth was, he was so taken by her nakedness, that he didn't really want anything around her.* She seemed to know that she had him where she wanted him.* He knew that she had the upper hand and he was backed into a corner.* As he stood there, with these thoughts turning through his mind, she walked right straight up to his desk, leaned over, and stuck her luscious protruding breast right in his face.* Her perfume was absolutely intoxicating to him.* As she leaned over, her thick, flowing hair cascaded down on his desk.