“Class, today we are going to start a series of nude sketches. I will try to get another teacher or a senior to model for us in the future but today... I will be your model. Since this is your first nude sketch, I will just be topless,” Mrs. Jackson explained. The teacher then removed her painter’s smock revealing her nice 36C bust and sat on a stool facing the class. The students gasped both in surprise and some in appreciation at Mrs. Jackson exposed torso. She had full upturned breasts with. Are you going to behave?" As I look over at him motionless, He grabs my hair and pulls my face closer to his. "Well?" Nodding my head "Yes Sir" "Now stand up and take off that shirt. Bra too." As I do, he stands, stroking his cock thru his sweatpants still. As soon as my bra comes off, his hands are on my boobs, squeezing hard, twisting at my nipples with a harsh command to stay quiet. "Take off my Shorts" he commands. As my hands reach out to the side of his shorts, he pulls his own. He got up shortly after me and we headed out for coffee. Breakfast was good and it was nice to catch up just the two of us. Breakfast in hand we arrived back at the room. She was getting out of the shower so I turned on the TV for some background noise. First thing out of her mouth when she gets out of the bathroom is 'nice of the two of you to desert me' in a cocky tone and hands on hips. I turn to my friend and bust on him because he still hasn't restrained her mouth yet. She mumbles. Not that our arrival at Heathrow was especially auspicious. Or particularly anything much. There were no paparazzi or reporters stalking us on our return. In fact, it was pretty much as we’d hoped. The tensest moment was the wait by the carousel for our luggage after which we strolled unhindered through the green channel and then by Piccadilly Line on the long tube ride home. It wasn’t that our tragic American tour hadn’t been news. It just wasn’t the sort that would justify a press stake-out.