It turns out I was correct & in the slow turn of events both of us knew where it was leading and hell both of us wanted to get there ASAP.She allowed,... without much resistance, kissing, and a slow building of caressing. Her responses, though guarded at first, became something she wasn’t exactly in control of. For all her caution, and shy hesitation, she opened up fairly soon to having attention paid to her.Moaning when her neck was kissed, gasping as each breast was caressed after allowing them. I would stand more still and get to take in the people that were drawing me. It did give me time to see the artists in the class. They were a mixed group of women by ages, physical types, as well as artistic styles and personalities as I was later to find. For now though I could feel and see differing levels of concentration and intensity in their faces. This eased my erotic thoughts a bit following their subtle movements as they sketched. I had been afraid to try to wipe away the precum. I put hands on her belly and slowly putting hands inside her bra. Few times, I touched her nipples, she started to respond to my touch. While touching her boobs, I kiss on her lips. She didn’t agree and asked me to stop everything.I didn’t listen to anything. Again I started kissing on her lips, this time she was responding and kissing back. Without any delay, I removed her bra, now I am able to see her melons. I kissed on her boobs more passionately. I started sucking the nipple and rubbing. "I told you everything when you visited the school," James protested."I just want it in your words without the boss looking on. I'll tape it and have it typed up later." She turned on her recorder and placed the microphone in front of James. He recited his story; it was simple enough and didn't take long. It was identical to the original. When he finished Miss Martin turned off the recorder and took the microphone away."Off the record," she asked, "why did you decide to help her? Any other.