Chapter 1947 From Modelling To Cocking Her:>Ep2

• My eyes drifted back to her ass, half a thought forming in my mind that perhaps she was making a hint that her behavior was trying to convey something to me. I quickly dismissed the idea, rebuking myself for thinking I was in some sort of badly written smut and was going to get lucky with the busty teacher moments after meeting her. "Uh yes, separate into piles, I can do that." I answered, dragging my eyes away to meet hers long enough to nod before beginning to pull out cases and boxes, creating distinct groupings in the mostly empty large room.
• The work went fast that first day, and despite myself having dreaded needing to work I found Professor Lynn to be enjoyable company throughout the labor. She filled the hours with charming smiles flashed my way as she regaled me with tales of her travels. She apparently had been to nearly every spot I could name all over the world and quite a few I had never heard of before, doing paintings and drawings on commission. She described this adventurous life with extreme details of all the beautiful beaches and castles she had seen and sketched, and the many interesting and eccentric personalities that had hired her for stints of creating what I had to guess where phenomenal pieces of art in order that she kept getting new requests from increasingly rich and generous benefactors.
• I left the arts building with more cheer and hopefulness than I had felt since knowing that I'd have to find a way to source my tuition this year, and it was more than just the thought that my student account would be just a little less in the red than when I had entered the building. And it was also more than just being able to ogle at Professor Lynn here and there from the many angles that well highlighted her curvaceous body. There was something of a kernel of hope that this year might actually be a good one for me, despite how awful it had started out.