The art teacher...

The Art Teacher invited me to her studio, promising a surprise.
It had been a while since I hadn't had sex with that slut, so I was glad.
I got waxed well after showering and I dressed simply.
But of course without a thong.
When arriving, the teacher ate my mouth as was her habit.I was anxious to discover the promised surprise.So I saw him. There he was, in the middle of the hall, naked, exhibiting his perfect muscularity in front of the other female students.
It was the live model that Professor had managed to get. One well-muscled.
His virility was enormous, really unimaginable.
It made water come into the mouths of the other bitches.
The teacher ordered the class and said we could start.
I sketched some quick lines and started with oil next.
In a moment I leaned over to pick up a brush; the model could see that nothing covered my shaved pubic area under my short dress.
I looked him in the eye with complicity, while his virility grew a little more. That helped me to inspire myself to achieve a work of art.
The Prof set herself up to see the piece already finished.
She smiled satisfied, saying that I was her best disciple...