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“Okay everyone, we will stop here today,” the professor said looking around the room. “We will continue again in the next class. Write your student ID at the bottom of your canvas and leave it here.” “We can't take it home?” O.G. questioned, cleaning his fingers with tissue paper. “I kind of like what I've created, might sell it online.”

I couldn’t risk them finding out what had happened, not when I knew how fast gossip traveled around campus. “Of course, Camille. Didn’t you hear?” Thea replied. “Some students are saying he resigned because of what the dean did. I wonder how they’ll behave toward you if we don’t find a replacement soon. I can’t imagine the team not having a coach with the hockey tournament so close.” “The dean?” I echoed quietly. She nodded. I stared at her, my thoughts spiraling as I wondered what my father could have done to push the coach into resigning. I didn’t need anyone telling me how the students would react if this was true.

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Our life is in depth of death whenever we are stating a fact in an article and it is against of some meticulous politician with skeleton in closet. I swallowed then looked down. Our profession continued discussing and the man who saved me sat down and listened to our professor. I take a deep breath while thinking if I will turn around to look at him show him my gratitude but I feel so shy and embarrassed. Why the hell am I spacing out in the middle of the discussion of a terror professor? How stupid, Crizette. Keep it up. In the battle between looking at him or not here I am looking at him. He is listening to our prof very earnestly. I stared at him for a moment then turn my gazes on our pro

Fingers, tongue, cock, every inch that's what is left. His lecture didn't go smoothly as usual, slides blurring as his eyes traced my cleavage, breathing shallow. "Precisely. The... release." The pointer shook slightly as I uncrossed legs deliberately, flashing garter. I watched satisfied as he gasped, audible. The whole class began to notice his uneasiness, my phone vibrated. *Mia: GO GET DADDY PROF. Film creampie!* “Class's over.” Prof Will's voice rang across the hall.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. Will you please ask Silvia to hold my lunch?” When he looked up, the menacing gleam was gone. “What?” I asked. “Look at this.” For the second time today, he thrust his phone my direction. “You might want to reconsider what you tell your professors.” My stomach dropped as I secured his phone in my now-shaky grasp. The video queued on the screen needed only for me to push the small triangle in order for it to play. In the still picture I could make out a crowd of people. I hit the triangle.

The professor frowned slightly while looking at her. "You seem distracted today," he said calmly. Vera immediately sat up properly. "I'm sorry professor," she apologized quickly. The professor looked at her for a moment before finally speaking again. "Then answer my question." Vera immediately became nervous. She honestly didn't even know what question he asked earlier because she was too distracted by the strange visions again. But thankfully she quickly noticed some things written on the board. The lesson was about werewolf survival and body resistance. The professor crossed his arms calmly.

I don’t know what he was thinking but it made my body tingle and my core to heat up. “Let us begin,” he said, looking away. I sighed in relief and looked to the side. How was I going to live through this class when I fucked my professor? +=+=+ “Go home and do research on what I gave you and submit it next weekend via mail. Class dismissed.”

The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.