“Maybe” I said, realising that he was right. We fucked hard that night. I was dreading going back to the art class on both of the remaining nights. I anticipated 2 more night of my pussy being on full display; and I wasn’t disappointed. No, disappointed isn’t the right word. Subjected to 3 x 20 minute humiliating torture sessions would be a better way of describing it. Both nights went similar to the first night that week. They put me in 2 of the poses that they had me hold on the previous night; the one that they replaced was the ‘wheel pose’. They replaced it with the ‘Reclining Angle Pose’. For that one I had to lie on the table on my back with my head interracial nearest to the students. Then I had to swing my legs up so just my shoulders and head were on the table. Next I had to spread and lower my legs until my toes touched the table where my outstretched hands were. This left my open hole staring at the students. With the vibe purring away inside me all evening I voyeur couldn’t stop myself from having an orgasm during each pose. My brain was soo pleased when I finished the last pose. I’m not so sure that my pussy was pleased. At the end of the last night I got dressed and went and saw Dan. As he gave me my money I told him that the sessions that week seemed to centre on the vagina, my vagina. Was that deliberate, or just coincidental that the students chose those poses? “Well spotted Tanya, this week’s subject was the vagina. I didn’t want to tell you at the start of the week in case it frightened you off, sorry.” “That’s okay Dan (I lied – I think). I might just have done a runner if you’d told me.” I said. “Good, I could see that you were enjoying yourself at times, perhaps I could call on your services again sometime.” “Yeah, that would be nice.” I said as I left to catch the bus home. Why the hell did I say that? There was no way that I wanted to go through that humiliating experience again. On the bus that damn vibe gave me another orgasm. So did Ryan when he removed the vibe and fucked me later on. After about 3 weeks we decided that the job market was lousy, and that I’d be better getting some temporary work until something better came up. I went and signed for a ‘temp agency’. I filled in the application form and this woman asked me lots of questions. One thing that she wanted to know was what work experience I’d had. I started telling her that I’d done a couple of weeks as a nude model at an art school. As I was talking I suddenly thought, “Why the hell am I telling her this? There’s no way that I would indian ever do that again.” I lean forward and kiss the back of her neck. Julie sighed. voyeur Then he just wanted to see her too.” Terry grinned and put her arms around Lynne and said softly I wouldn't mind interracial getting in bed with you sometime. “Yep, crazy isn’t it; but that’s the law.” She then said that if her and I hit it off, that me and Roxy's fling would not be mentioned ever again. “I just wish Brett and Zach could see that he’s a fucking asshole.” After he got in the water, I began to strip as well. I pulled it out and licked indian it clean and applied more saliva and penetrated her ass again. He also clued us in on some other traits of yours, too..” trailed his voice.