His strong hand rests on my throat for a moment, his heat soaking into my skin before he steps back and motions me to go to the end of the table. Whe...n I stop as directed, he puts pressure on my shoulder until I bend forward and lay myself over the table.I’m very aware of my big round bottom sticking up in the air, my belly and breasts flattened on the table - aware of what a spectacle I must be in that pose. But I’m not given anymore time to ponder it as he nudges my legs wider with his knee.. Please... give me a chance toprove it," I say.There is a pause. I can't hear her breathing. Ican't read her face. I'm left hanging for amoment."Maybe tomorrow, Don. I'm tired," she finallyrelents."Any time. Maybe if you took a nap, you'd feellike something later. Give me a call of you do,okay?" I offer."Okay."She ends the call.There are two voices dueling in my mind. She'snot going to call. Not ever again. Of courseshe'll call. It was a pair of panties in yourlaundry basket, not a bra under. Take a seat. I have a complaint against you from a teacher. You touched her……I mean you misbehaved….Oh boy…she said you…” Kiran could not complete her sentence as she saw the bastard staring at her boobs. Kiran’s top button of her shirt was undone and the boy was ogling at her cleavage and she became conscious and embarassed. “Who complained? I never did anything” He said now openly looking at her boobs, lust open in his eyes. ‘Oh what a hot mature lady is Mrs Arora? She must be missing a cock. "I'm doing a painting and Robby was nice enough to pose for me. It's nothing, really."Megan was craning around the painting and her mother to get a better look at her naked brother."Wow" she thought. "He's actually pretty hot looking." How come you never wanted to paint me?" said Megan, in typical teenage self centeredness."Don't be silly dear" said her mother. "It's not that I WANTED to paint ROBBY. I wanted to paint the figure of a man, and Robby agreed to be my model. If I didn't use Robby.