My Professor (illustrated letter)
I cut him off before he could get himself worked up again.
"What I'm driving at, Dr. Sanders ..." I said, pausing for dramatic emphasis as I slowly turned around and bent over the chair, propping myself up with one knee on the chair and the other foot on the ground. My dress had ridden up a bit. Looking over my shoulder at him, I continued:
"What I think is that I really think you'd like to get a good long look at my ass." As he gaped at me in disbelief, I pulled up my dress to reveal my beautiful ass. I pouted at him.
"Now ... now Miss R----- ... I ... would you please ... I mean ..."
He was totally flabbergasted.
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