"Nancy came into room and asked what I was doing. I was ashamed, Professor - no-one had ever seen me undressed until Nancy, and to be caught doing... ...what I was doing, I was ashamed." I told her she had no reason to be embarrassed," added Nancy softly. "I came over to her and hugged her, then kissed her cheek, then I took her fingers in my hand and kissed them, too. They still tasted of her pussy," she added with a tremble of desire. "I started to suck them - I couldn't stop myself, Professor.. Just wait here.’ Who knew? One minute I’m dropping off a DVD to my buddy Lelanni’s house and the next minute I’m a subject for her art class. Hmmm, thought she’d want a good grade. Lelanni. You know, she has a last name, but most people can’t ever remember it. Her name’s taken on a kind of Madonna/Bono/Prince/Brazilian soccer player quality. I mean, how many Lelanni’s do you know, anyway? Lelanni’s pretty popular here on campus, and not just because of her name. She’s drop dead gorgeous, you. When I was 25, I decided that I needed a change of scenery, so I applied for and took a job in Western Australia. It's a great place for a young single guy, but for some reason I decided that it wasn't for me, so I've come back to my North London roots.I was fortunate enough to be in the right place at the right time when I got back to the UK, and I got a job with the same car dealership that I had before going 'down under'. I should say at this point that one of my reasons for emigrating was. " the man feigned injury and placed a hand on his chest, "What kind of a still life photographer would I be if I asked my models to fake their expressions?" So, the expression is genuine?" It certainly is. And I should know, I was there." The man pointed at the photograph.Rhea chuckled, "Well, of course, you were there." No no, my dear, I mean, I AM there." He pointed once again to a particular spot on the photograph. Rhea leaned in to look and found that she could just make out the silhouette.