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Raped In Egypt
By Our Professor!
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Professor of Archaeology Duncan Edwards closed his eyes and avoided the tempting display, the girls in his class were all little sluts. Debbie was the worst, but Michelle and Jade were very close behind, they teased him... taunted with their nubile young bodies... firm breasts and cute asses. I shouldn't notice he told himself as he dived back into a dusty and very dry book, but fuck it... I'm a man not some sort of robot, I have feelings and desires... they know that, and because it's forbidden for me to react, they torture me!
Debbie wore her usual knowing little smirk, she knew exactly what she was doing, and exactly what she was doing to him. She dressed like a schoolgirl, it was the fashion, white blouse that usually had a couple of buttons missing, short navy blue or charcoal grey skirt, the type that barely cover panties when standing and displayed everything clearly when sitting... and from where she was sat, and where he was stood, he could see that the little whore was wearing the skimpiest of thongs, the string pulled up tight between her pale shaven lips. She knew he could see her, the show was by design, the smirk on her lips confirmed that she understood, and also enjoyed his torment... he couldn't touch, he couldn't comment... he couldn't do anything except sweat, and masturbate frantically every evening alone in his single bed as he replayed the forbidden show.