S. I could conjure up in my sillylittle head. Still, I could rationalize all of it by explaining tomyself that the best way to deal with my thoughts a...nd dreams was towrite them all down where they?d lose their power over me.But I didn?t reach out to share any of this with Kath or Mom or anyoneelse except Annalise, whom I trusted with my inner thoughts andfeelings and whom I knew wouldn?t judge me. I guess I wanted to keep mynewfound relationship with Mark and my feelings towards him. As a result she started to represent her publisher more and more in public. Suzanne’s local profile rose even more when she turned down an offer from a publisher out of New York. Although the new proposal offered her more money, Suzanne realized that her heart was in the Mid-West. She feared that her work would suffer if she left for some other part of the country. Suzanne’s apparent loyalty to Chicago won her praise from the local art critics and media. The truth was, however, Suzanne’s. I gasped when I saw that Cindy was now wearing the huge, horse-cock shaped strap-on that Gloria had earlier. She was holding it up at the base with both hands while Gloria and Michelle slathered the thick white lube all over the phallus. It wasn't just the tip either. The entire cock was absolutely dripping with it. She stepped around behind me. Oh my god please NOO. My body tensed up when I felt pressure against my ass.The pressure was slow but insistent. The large tip of the phallus. She smells... clean. Clean and fresh, with just a hint of lavender and something else... "Very good, Justine!" I can barely hear her whispered compliment over the pounding of my pulse!I sigh with relief and longing as she drifts away, murmuring encouragement to other students as she passes.Why, oh why did I take THIS art class! Even as the thought enters my head, the answer niggles at the back of my brain: 'Because, Justine, you have a stupid schoolgirl crush on Ms. O'Connor!'Yes, I have to.