My Professor (illustrated letter)
I just acted as if he hadn't said a word. I stood up and faced him again. Then I reached my hands down and began to play with the hem of my dress, exposing my amazingly teasing panties. I raised the hem up high enough so he could get a good view:
"I know you've been fantasizing about me. I can tell," I said. "What part of me do you think about when you masturbate, Dr. Sanders?"
I saw him look down with embarrassment for a second or two, which told me that my educated guess about him masturbating to fantasies about me was right on the mark.
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