foundation

Hi, my public figure is genus Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish tomentum. In 1998 I quit my ho-hum existence in a little Town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the due east Midlands of England. It was a brave decisiveness to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that soul had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my spirit was so dismal and oil production. Even the audience for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to convert my lifetime that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job.

Shortly after starting the job my employer ( Jon ) told me to write a daybook of my new lifespan, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.

http : //www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/

If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of almost employee and employer, but I have easily come to actualise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the fiddling adventures that Jon and I get up to.

Apart from a trivial bit of whisker that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. I'm slim with belittled ( ish ), pert titty that have modest glory and giant mammilla. When they're hard Jon says they're like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice house, straight stomach with a pubic bone that does sting out a bit. In my pussycat lips I have 2 minuscule atomic number 79 gang that Jon put in me. My button is very big and is usually sticking out between my back talk. It's about an column inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little peter. I don't own any bandeau, breeches, trousers, legging or shorts ; and 90 % of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other hoi polloi see my body.

I hope that's enough to gratify the mass who asked. If it isn't, perhaps they would care to e-mail me with specific questions.

vanessaevans69 @ hotmail.com

Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more matter to experiences that we have had since then.

Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for theme for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We've found one or two tarradiddle that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the school text in my diary, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventure that we've had and that I've written about in my Journal. At initiatory I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventure were good enough to copy. I've started thinking that way as well.

The risky venture I'm about to trace is when Jon decided that I should encourage my education a bit by : -

Going to Night School

If you've take my daybook you will make love that I'm not a very big somebody ( well, the features that you can see when I've got some clothes on ) and that my fount is quite Young looking. Just before Yuletide 2000 I'd lost my part-time job as a hairdresser when the building that the beauty shop was in caught fire. Just after Christmas 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to school. At first I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to spend day sitting through tire lessons, but after a match of min of explanation I started looking forward to it.

Jon took me to a comp schooling at the former side of town and I signed-up for Computer Literacy trend. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs. The next night he took me to a college and into an Art Class. When I saw all the students sketching a crowd of flowers that was on a desk in the centre of the room I got a little interest and excited. I tried to tell Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn't listen to me.

A couple of minutes later the teacher came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a life model. At first of all I didn't twig but as the teacher looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to puzzle for the class. I got all excited intellection 'wow, legitimate flashing ’. Without even talking to me Jon and the teacher agreed that I'd mannerism for the course on each Monday evening for the future 4 weeks.

This is what happened at the social class - well the interesting bits.

information processing system Class

I was just starting to put some apparel on to go to my first evening class when Jon told me to wear a blouse and skirt. The blouse he told me to weary was quite baggy and he told me not to tighten the top 3 clitoris. This meant that the mellow button that was fastened was right in the middle of my boobs. As soon as Jon told me that I realised that he wanted me to let the instructor see inside my blouse. I didn't need telling twice ; in fact I was looking forward to it. I made sure that the blouse wasn't tucked into my skirt much so that it only needed me to lean forward a little for there to be a gape hole for him to see in when he stood side by side to me.

I put a coat on and drove Jon's car to the school.

When I got there and found the right field classroom, 4 other masses were already sat in front of PCs talking to each other. As I walked in they all smiled at me and 2 said,"Hi."When I took my pelage off one of the sometime men's heart opened wide-eyed when he saw my micro annulus. I smiled at him and asked if I could sit at any of the desks. After a slight suspension he said ‘ yes'so I chose a desk on the position of an aisle so that the teacher would be stood to my left. I sat not too close to the desk so that I had to incline forward a bit. Sat like that also meant that a lot of my second joint would be showing and perhaps a bit of my bald os pubis too, especially as I never cross my legs.

Another 5 or 6 people came in and then the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, marry man ; well he was wearing a wedding ring. After the insertion the instructor got us to switch the PCs on and then told us how to run a program that showed us all about the different act of a PC. I pretended that I had never used a PC before and that I couldn't find the buttons that he was telling us to click on. After he tried to describe where I should be looking and me saying that I couldn't see it, he finally came over to show me.

Poor man, he just about stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my skirt and legs. I saw him blush a little as he stood beside me and pointed to the clit on the CRT screen. As he walked back to the front end, he turned and looked back to me for a indorsement before continuing with his lesson.

After about 10 instant I couldn't find another button. This sentence the man didn't bother to describe where it was, he came and stood beside me and pointed it out.

This happened another brace of fourth dimension and then just before the end of the lesson I needed his help again. This time he came and stood in figurehead of my desk and leaned over my PC monitor to show me where something was. As he leaned forward I could see that his eyes were looking straight up my skirt.

The endorsement lesson.

When I arrived the next workweek I was a little late and there was only one PC free. That was in the midriff of the straw man row. I'd just got myself organised when the teacher came in. It wasn't the same man. The new man ( shaft Johnson ) is about my age and looks a bit of a geek.

After he'd introduced himself he told us that the previous teacher was peaked and that he would be taking over the form. When we did the unit of ammunition introducing ourselves, the teacher stared at me for quite a while before moving on to the next someone. That made me a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for me to think about the fun I could give birth. As the others were introducing themselves I was thinking about my friend Debbie and the fun that she used to have at school.

This teacher tends to go off the subject a bit and rabbit on about things that don't seem relevant to what we're doing. It was during about his 3rd trip-up into technophobic whatever that I decided to try to bring him back to earth. Up until then I'd been sat with my knees tightly together and been concentrating on the lesson, but I was getting drill hearing to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my knees part.

Peter was walking back and forth across the front of the room and so trench into his small story that it took long time for him understand what he was missing. He kept looking down at the floor, but never towards me. Eventually he did look over towards me. He stooped mid sentence, went brightly red, and then carried on talking. He stared at my branch, and up my skirt, for a few seconds then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at him.

The short man just seemed to drop off it from that point in the lesson. He kept sneaking glance at my stage and pussy, but he looked as if he was a racy schoolboy doing something that he shouldn't. Even though he went to help other scholarly person with problems, he wouldn't come near me. Each time I asked him a interrogative sentence he stayed at the movement and explained in smashing detail what I should be doing.

At the end of the lesson he was gone before anyone else. I overheard a couple of the student talking as they went out, one was saying that the instructor was precious and shy.

The third gear lesson.

I'd enjoyed my short secret plan with the ‘ new'teacher the late week and wanted to continue it so I arrived early to realize sure that I got the same PC. I was a little storm to bump that not only was the instructor already there, but that he'd put a chair in the middle of the presence of the course. I was looking at it when cock said ‘ good even ’, and explained that he'd had an chance event and ache a leg. He was going to use the president so that he didn't have as far to walk.

‘ Oh yeah'I thought, but didn't say anything. It could move around out expert than planned.

The quietus of the students arrived and the class got started. Yes, some ( most ) of the men were ogling my extremist short skirt and low cut, lose top, and some of the fair sex were giving me contaminating spirit ; but I'm used to that. My only interest that dark were learning a bit more about PCs, and having some fun with the teacher.

cock explained the chairman to everyone and was limping about. After about 10 moment he sat on the chair and kept talking. After a piece he gave us an exercising to do and as I started it I looked up and saw where he was looking.

My human knee had been closed up until then, but as soon as I saw him looking they opened. Not a lot at first, but as he kept looking, my knees kept opening until they were about a foot apart.

I got on with the exercise but kept looking up whenever no one was asking him a query. He certainly wasn't as shy as he'd been the old week.

Someone at the back asked him another enquiry and he had to go and register them something. As he got up and walked passed me I couldn't help noticing that not only wasn't he limping, he didn't have a hitch dick either, and there was quite a bulge in the front tight of his jeans. It looked quite painful.

By then I'd realised that he had found his confidence and was out to revel himself as much as I was. I was as excited as his bulge told me he was and I could sense my succus seeping out of me. Just flashing him wasn't enough, especially as he was blatantly staring at my pussy and piffling atomic number 79 annulus.

I wanted to see how far I could go before he got embarrassed again. I shuffled my chair right under the desk. If I'd had a longer dame on it would consume risen up. As it was my publicise backside was on the wooden chair. I let my left hand free fall onto my leg whenever it wasn't needed on the keyboard. Every so often I'd reach down and pull one of my annulus or click my clit.

The first metre I did it Peter did a doubling proceeds. The second prison term his chief moved down towards me a bit.

After I finished the exercise there was a gap while some of the slower students caught up. I used that metre to ‘ toy'with my clit and hoop. I wasn't actually frigging, but close to it.

tool was mesmerised and missed a couple of query. One of the old men had to repeat himself garish, to get Peter to click out of his trance.

The lesson went on in a like way and I was finding it difficult trying to typewrite with my mighty mitt whilst playing with my clit with my left hired hand. It's not the genuine typing ; it's concentrating enough to jazz what to type.

By the time the lesson was nearly over I was getting close to cumming. There was no way that I wanted to pull up stakes without actually cumming in front of the teacher so when Peter said that there was just one more little affair to do before we all went home, I went for it.

Just after Peter had finished telling everyone what he wanted them to do, I came. I shut my heart, squeezed my mouth lips shut, and went over the edge. Somehow I managed to keep on quiet and I don't think that anyone realised what was happening - other than Peter. When I opened my eye and looked at him his eyes were locked on my pussy.

When I coughed a bit he looked up at my case. I smiled and he went smart red.

At the end of the lesson Saint Peter asked me to lay off back for a minute. As I waited for everyone else to will I was wondering if he was going to try and hit on me. In a way he did, he asked me if I'd go for a drink with him. I lied and told him that my husband was waiting outside for me.

The next couple of weeks were very exchangeable to the one-third hebdomad. peter kept sitting on the chair in front of me, but his walk limp had gone. I kept teasing him.

If anything different happens Jon has told me to write about it.

Art Class

week 1

I was very nervous as I drove to the college. sooner that good afternoon I spent years trying to decide what I should wear. In the end I came to my senses and remembered that no one was concern in what I was wearing going to the socio-economic class. I put on a simple cotton plant mini attire and shoes.

I was still uneasy as I walked down the corridor to the classroom. It wasn't just nervousness, it was excited nervousness.

When I walked in the classroom everyone stopped talking and looked at me. After a pregnant pause the teacher came over to me, said ‘ Hi'and asked me if I'd posed before. When I told him that I hadn't he told me that there was zip to be uneasy about, and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee.

I told him that I was okay, that java made me want to pee and that I didn't want to hold to go right in the centre of the session. He smiled and asked if I was make to get started. I said that I was and asked what I had to do.

The teacher then called for silence and told everyone who I was and started telling them how they had to outline me.

While he was doing that I looked round. There were about 20 people in there. Men and women of all ages from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hello while others just kept quiet.

The teacher then told me to go behind the screen in the corner, take my clothes off, put my gown on and descend back. He said that he's put me in the airs that he wanted when I got back. He just said"Oh, okey !"when I told him that I didn't have a robe.

When you've only got a dress and horseshoe to exact off it doesn't take recollective and I was back within second. As I walked back I looked around and saw a couple of the men looking at me. One was a young man about 20. He didn't look as if he was only there for the art. His look brought that familiar spirit tingling and dampness to my pussy.

"That was prompt"he said and pointed to a big table in the heart of the room. He asked me to climb on and then he told me how to do the pose. I had to sit on the table with one leg bent grass at the knee and the other straight out. He told me to keep my knees nearly together, but I let them drift to about 6 inches apart. One manus was on the tabular array behind me, whilst the other was on my thigh. I had to see up into the top corner of the room.

Once the teacher was felicitous with my pose he called all the educatee over and started telling and showing then which voice of my body he wanted them to concentrate on. One portion was my breasts. As he said that my nipples went even harder than they already were.

There were 20 people stood all around me looking down on my naked consistency. Some were stood at my feet and I'm sure that they could see my juice leaking out of my pussy. One woman whispered to another side by side to her, but she wasn't subdued enough. I think that nearly of the people in there hear her say,"I've never seen a woman with pack down there before."

Eventually they all went back to their stead and started drawing.

It was hard keeping still all that time, but at the Lapplander time I was enjoying it.

After what seemed like an infinity the instructor came to the front end and told me to possess a 10 instant recess. I was thankful for that and climbed down off the table. The teacher said that normally the models put their robe on for the jailbreak, and offered me his jacket crown. I thanked him and told him that I was all correctly as I was.

Most of the students kept drawing but the young man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking his eyes were everywhere but my heart. It was nice ( and a bit exciting ) being chatted-up while I was naked and he wasn't, but I wanted to see how the lottery were getting on. I excused myself and wandered stave looking at the different drawings of me.

Some were quite in effect, I even thought about asking what would happen to them after the lesson.

It was funny the way some of the students just totally ignored me and got on with their work. I guess that they were the dangerous artists.

Some of the men and a couple of the younger char chatted to me as I walked circle. Some were staring at me and I didn't know if it was for the welfare of their drawing or because I was naked in amongst them.

being naked in amongst those people gave me commix flavour. The unplayful artists did absolutely cypher for me and I felt totally at easy with them. It was similar to being at the naturist swim and on a nudist beach. The multitude that I wasn't sure about made me sense a little excited. The more that I thought person was looking at me in a sexual manor, the more excited I got.

When I got to round to where the Whitney Young man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited. That kitty tingle was very strong and I could really find my juices flowing. As I walked up to him I saw that familiar bulge in his pant. He tried chatting me up again, but I just kept asking him sappy questions about his lousy effort to get out me. His solvent sounded just as stupid as my questions. If anyone was listening they must suffer thought we were both artistic thickies.

The break came to an end and the teacher asked me to get back up on the table. As I was walking towards the tabular array I decided that I'd better go to the potty before getting stuck in one position again ( I also wanted to make clean up my soggy slit before starting again ). I told the teacher and asked him where the good toilet was. He told me that it was only about 20 one thousand down the corridor.

I started waking towards the schoolroom door when the instructor said,"Hadn't you better put some dress on ?"To be perfectly honest, the thought had crossed my mind but I wanted the chance to take the air about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might meet and shock someone.

I didn't really give the teacher a chance to say any more, I just said,"No, it's OK, it's only a few yards and it sounds as if everyone's in their classes."With that I was out of the doorway and walking up the corridor.

The teacher was right, it was only 20 yards to the toilet and I was in and out and back in the classroom in no time. I was a bit thwarted that I hadn't seen anyone.

The endorse half of the example went quite quickly and it wasn't long before the instructor was telling me to get down and dressed.

As I came out from behind the changing screen the new man was waiting for me and asked me if I'd like to go for a drunkenness with him. Fortunately I didn't get chance to serve him because the teacher interrupted and told him to go home.

He then told me that I'd done well to keep so still for so long and asked if I was okay to arrive back the succeeding week. I told him that I'd enjoyed it and would be back.

Week 2

As I walked into the classroom there were about the Sami numeral of multitude who had been there the previous week. I did notice an extra couple of youngish people.

The teacher arrived before I had the hazard to do anything or talk to anyone, and immediately brought the class to orderliness. He told the year that I was going to sit in an strange spatial relation that night and that he wanted the student to add a little bit of vision to their drawing.

I hadn't a clue what he meant by ‘ unusual position'until he turned to me and whispered,"Jon has told me that you'll pose exactly as I tell you. You're not going to give way me any trouble are you ?"I was a bit appal and surprised. Whenever he had spoken to me before he'd given me the printing that he was a perfect gentleman. This dominant allele panache took me my surprise.

"right hand,"he said,"go and get your clothes off while I get the ropes ready."Another surprise I thought, it sounded as if I wasn't going to have a job keeping still that nighttime. I turned towards the changing screen and saw that it wasn't there. It was nowhere in the way. I turned back towards the teacher to tell apart him and to ask where I should get discase. He was busy opening a bag so after a nimble think I though, ‘ what the hell'and walked to the side of the room where there were some chairs. I turned to look the stratum and saw that about half the student were watching me and the other one-half were watching the teacher rise some ropes out of the bag.

‘ Here goes'I said to myself, I looked at one man, smiled at him and then lifted my top up over my school principal. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the slight composition of Velcro that was holding my bird up and dropped it to the floor. I then squatted down with my genu spacious apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.

My puss was starting to tingle and get wet.

When I got back to the teacher he told me that he wanted me to rise on the board and bind my arms out while he tied a rope to each of my wrist joint. He then threw the circle over brand build that was holding the roof up and pulled my arms up in the air.

Maybe I need to explain that the school was originally built round about the turn of the 19th / 20th century. It has had quite a number of ‘ lengthiness'added, some quite recently. We were in the old function, a single story building.

The instructor then told me to spread my legs and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to sustain them apart. I told him that it wasn't necessary, as I was well-situated as I was. I wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of clock time hanging my wrist joint, naked and rout. I looked down at the students and realised that my pussy was at about head teacher summit for most of the scholar. I got a lilliputian surface-active agent as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 pairs of middle staring at my snatch for the next hour.

The next 30 or so min went in no clock time. I'd been daydreaming and when the instructor unfastened the roofy I suddenly realised that it had been a skillful daydream and that my pussy felt really wet. I needed to go to the pot and clean myself up a bit.

I told the teacher where I was going and marched out before he had a chance to wind up saying that perhaps I should put some clothes on.

There was no one in the corridor or the toilet when I got there. I locked myself in carrel, had a pee, wiped my puss dry and was sat there playing with my clit when I heard some girlfriend come in. I brought myself to an sexual climax while I listened to them talking about what they were going to do to their boyfriends later that night.

They stopped talking and stared at me as I opened the stall doorway and walked to the sinkhole. As I was washing my hands one of them asked me where my clothes where. I just said,"Art socio-economic class"as if that would explain everything and walked out.

In the corridor a school day janitor stopped dead in his tracks and watched me as I walked passed him. poor people bloke, he looked as if he was about to cause a affection attack.

binding in the schoolroom I wandered round looking at unlike vista of my rout naked soundbox. One or two had taken ‘ artistic licence'and drawn me with extra ropes and belted ammunition on. One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my pussy. The detail that some had gone to while drawing my twat and footling gold rings was just amazing.



I didn't get opportunity to see all the drawings before the teacher called me over to sum up the pose. As I walked back I looked over to there the Danton True Young man was that fancied me. He looked disappointed.

The instructor asked me if I was okay to continue and when I said I was he retied my wrists and told me to get back on the table.

The end of the deterrent example came all too soon. The teacher dismissed the form and left me up there while they were all leaving. It was uncanny saying goodbye to them as the walked passed me having one finally look at my au naturel slit.

When they'd all gone the teacher came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different type of pose. I told him that I was and that I was used to being restrained like that."Not in public I suspect, did you revel it ? He asked. I think I actually blushed a bit as I admitted that I did before asking him when he was going to let me down.

He then told me that he'd got a bit of overtime lined-up for me and got another yoke of ropes out of his bag. He tied my properly leg to one leg of the table and as he was tying my left leg to the other end of the table he told me that he'd arranged for a distich of his mates to descend and consider some photographs of me.



For some reason I didn't think that any harm could come to me, only soundly, so I wasn't worried. In fact I was excited. I felt another chill and surge of juices.

A few minutes later 3 men and 2 women came in and started getting cameras out. Not a lot was said, but a lot of exposure were taken. One of the cleaning woman got a big dildo out of her bag and smiled at me as she pushed it into my puss before more exposure were taken.

After about 5 hour I was untied, the dildo was pulled out and I was told to lie on the table. Needless to say I was spread-eagle again. More photographs were taken and the teacher came and stood beside me and started playing with my pussy. I suddenly realised how vulnerable I was and obviously looked frightened because the teacher said,"Relax honey, we're not going to fuck you, if we did you wouldn't be back next week."

The six of them took it in turns to get me cum either with their script or their oral cavity whilst the others kept taking more exposure. By the end of it I was knackered and just lay there as they packed up and left. I was still lying there when the janitor came in to alternate the luminosity off and engage up. poor people man got quite a surprise and said,"Sorry."I got up and put my apparel on as he watched me. As I walked out I said,"Don't be bad, I'm not."

I didn't tell Jon about the photographers.

Week 3

Driving to the school day I was wondering what was in computer storage for me. I'd put just a miss fitting cotton mini dress and skid on, and as I walked into the schoolhouse the hint was blowing it everywhere.

I was a bit latterly, and by the sentence I got to the classroom everyone was there waiting for me. The teacher came up to me and said that he was getting a bit worried that I might not be there. He then told everyone that I was going to pose in a very submissive affectedness and that he wanted them to sketch me exactly as they saw me, no excess bits. Concentrate on what they could actually see.

He then told me to get unclothe and onto the table. Again the changing blind was missing so I just whipped my apparel straight up over my head word, kicked my shoes off and climbed onto the table. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to position. What he described was the position that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘ acquire the position ’. On my knees with them wide apart. I then have to lean back as far as I can and hold up my torso with my hands on the floor. I've lost could of the numeral of times that I've been in this locating, and for how long. If you add it all up it must be Clarence Shepard Day Jr., so another hour wasn't going to spend a penny a good deal difference. The difference this time was that there would be 20 odd pairs of middle looking at me and my spread pussy.

Again the clip went very quickly as recalled the previous night's academic session on the fucking motorcar at home. Jon had left me on the machine until I'd nearly passed out, then he'd fucked me until I came for the sixth time. I was still a bit sore.

At the jailbreak I needed the toilet again ; I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn't bother to say anything as I walked out of the schoolroom still naked. I didn't see anyone again and relieved both aching in peace and quiet.

However, as I went back onto the corridor there was a group of teenagers walking towards me. They were all dressed in sports gear and looked as if they'd just escaped from the gym.

They saw me just as quickly as I saw them. I had a break second gear to decide to either jump back into the girl's toilet or keep going. You've guessed it, I kept going.

The adolescent ( boy and female child ) were all about 18 and they came out with all the comment that you'd expect in a situation like that. I was in the heart of the corridor and expecting them to stop rank and file and let me through the heart of them. I was expecting ( and hoping for ) a few groping hands, but I wasn't expecting them to block up and obstruct the corridor.

They surrounded me and didn't move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my tits and pussy, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the model in the Art family. Another said that I shouldn't walkway round the schoolhouse without apparel on because anything could happen to me. When another said that they should teach me a lesson I started to get a minuscule worry. They bundled me back into the girl's toilets and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully, when one of the lads suggested that all the feller should ‘ bang the ass off me'the others didn't agree.

In the end they agreed that since I was a au naturel example I should be made to nude mannikin for a lot more people.

With one lad holding either of my arm they ran me all round the schooltime corridors and out of doors through the car parking lot onto the independent road, back into the school grounds and onto the summercater study. Most of the radical were following us.

I suppose that the lads thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my arms. In reality I was loving it. It was an excuse to be naked in world and to shock a few people. I knew that if we were caught I could get away with it by saying that the lads were forcing me to do it. If only they knew.

As we went down one of the corridors we had to barge our way through a couple of classes that were ending. I've no idea what they were, but all the people were adults and we got a few gossip from some of them. There were a few citizenry in the car park and a lot more on the main road. I heard a twosome of Tyre scream as on or two motorists got distracted.

When we got into the middle of the athletics area the lads let go of me and one of them said,"Let that be a lesson girl,"and they all walked off laughing.

I stood there for a minute or so getting my breath back the worked out the honest way to get back to the Art class. We'd gone in a big traffic circle and the Art classroom wasn't that far away. I only had a couple of schoolroom windowpane to take place before could get back into the building and then down a curtly bit of corridor and I'd be there.

As I was walking down the route passed the classrooms I looked in to see a couple of the great unwashed looking out towards me. One man had a big grin on his expression.

When I got back the teacher asked me if I was all right hand, he though that I might be ill or something. He didn't ask me about the bite of wet grass on my feet.

Anyway, it was back into the stead and try to relax. About half way through the sitting I looked round the room a bit and saw that the untested man who'd tried to gossip me up was trying to attract my care. He was at the backrest of the room and it was dubitable that any of the other educatee could see him unless they turned troll. Out eye met for a second gear and instead of him getting on with his sketch he rubbed the movement of his trouser and pretended to wank himself.

At the end of the lesson the teacher asked me to continue as I was while he dismissed the class. When they'd all gone he came and stood at the table at my knee joint end. In force, right between my leg. He looked me up and down then said,"No photographers tonight, but I just wanted to order you that you will really enjoy next week's course of instruction. You'll go home shattered."When I told him that I was looking forward to it he turned, picked up his dish and walked out saying,"Good, see you next week then."

I put my wearing apparel and shoes on and went home. When I told Jon about the grouping of teenagers he just laughed and told me to be careful.

Week 4

I was a bit belatedly getting to the class and everyone was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the instructor told everyone that he wanted them to try to catch the humour that I would soon be in. One of the woman asked him what mood I would be in. His answer was just two words,"Sexual excitement."When he said that I turned and looked at him and I heard one of the Young men say,"Nice one teach."

I didn't bother looking for the changing screen and just whipped my clothes up and off. I didn't know what to require other than that I was going to be sexually excited in presence of 20 plus mass. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit damp. My nipples were already rock hard.

When I got up onto the table the instructor tied my wrists to the roof beams the same way he'd done the irregular time I'd posed. This prison term he'd got me to stand on a few Quran and when my wrists were secured he removed the ledger leaving me dangling there. After he'd done that he told me to unfold my legs broad and he tied my mortise joint to the leg of the tabular array. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.

At that breaker point I didn't know if my state of matter of sexual excitement was enough for what the teacher wanted. It wasn't really visible - apart from my slightly wet pussy and hard nipples ; and being restrained like that for the next hour wasn't going to outwear me out.

What happened adjacent had me puzzled to start off with. The teacher got a slight put off and put it in-between my legs. Next he got a few books and put them on it. On top of that he got something that I hadn't seen for long time, a metronome that he must let borrowed from the medicine way. Then he got a big plumage out of his bag and taped it to the metronome arm so that it was just touching my slit. Then he set the metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My puss was getting a very rhythmic tickle.

As I started to understand what was going to happen to me I heard the instructor tell the students to concentrate on drawing my body first. He told them that it would take a while for my facial expression to get the expression that he wanted them to capture.

It didn't take long. Within a duet of minutes my nipples were so hard that I thought they were going to burst and my pussy was really coming alive. I could feel my succus leaking out of me. Five minutes later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher could tell that because he said,"Try and maintain it Vanessa, the students need more fourth dimension to get your saying down on paper."

Well I tried, it wasn't as if I could back away, or close my branch. I tried to pore on anything but the inevitable. I looked round the room at the faces of the students. I tried to digest on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked oblivious to the situation. Every time I stared at one of those people I'd see a crusade out of the corner of my eye that would distract me. Only about 60 % of the students were just getting on with their job. The former 40 % were being affected.

There was one middle-aged woman who was sketching with one hired hand whilst her early hand was sliding up and down her body. I had to look at someone else because I was sure she was about to grab one of her tits or rub her pussy.

I saw one offspring man who definitely had a erection, and he was licking his sassing as well. Another erstwhile man was actually rubbing his gumshoe through his trousers.

The inevitable happened and I started to cum. My headway was rolling from incline to side and I could hear myself moaning. On top of that ( or should I say below that ), I could feel my juices rushing out of me. I desperately wanted a gumshoe inside me but all I was getting was that damned feather.

No sooner than my initiative orgasm started to subside than I could sense a second starting. I tried to agitate it but I didn't stand a chance. It hit me harder than the first. Right in the middle of it I looked round the room and saw that one middle-aged char was looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what state her knickerbockers ( if she was wearing any ) were in.

When I started to come down from my high, the teacher came over and told me that it was meter for a break. He stopped the metronome, took the plume off and showed it to me. It was saturated. He then asked me if I wanted to be untied for the time out. When I told him that I was okay and was used to being restrained in similar posture he said,"trade good, it would be a waste of valuable time untying then retying me.

I slowly started to cool off down a bit and became very aware of the nation of my pussy and legs. I could palpate my kitty gaping open and my juices running down my legs. Even my invertebrate foot felt wet although that may have been sweat.

During the break a few of the bookman came and had a skinny look at me. As I looked down on them I could see a admixture of involvement and lust on their faces. I could see what looked alike painful protuberance in the trousers of almost of the men. One of the jr. men was stood in front of me for ages. Never once did his oculus look up and fit mine. He was the last to go back to his easel and just before he left I could take heed him muttering,"What I could do with that."It wasn't his tool that I wanted inside me, it was Jon's.

After a while the teacher came and put a new feathering in the metronome and started it going again. My body jumped as the feather touched my pussy the first sentence. Before he told the students to get on with their sketching, the instructor looked up and asked me if I was all right to continue. I looked down at him and said,"Yes please."

It didn't take long for that familiar feeling in my miserable belly and pussy to start again and within 4 or 5 minutes I was cumming again and again and again. I must feature had half a dozen orgasms before I finally passed out.

When I came one shot I first felt the swither that I was covered in. straightaway after that it was the plume. I had another sexual climax before I heard the teacher say,"okeh, that's enough."

I was just hanging there for ages before the instructor lifter my legs onto the books and then untied me. As he untied my hold out wrist I started to flop and he had to put his arm turn me to stop me from falling. To be fair to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm round my waistline. Because I was covered in sweat I kept slipping down and he only managed to prevent me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my axilla. By that time his had was holding my left breast. He held me like that until I was standing on the background. He lowered me onto a chair and said,"You stay there while the students wind up off."

I was knackered ; it took me about 5 mo to finger able to stand up. When I did I slowly walked round the room. I wanted to see the sketches. Some were quite respectable, some not. A couple of them were quite interesting. They showed fiddling drops of liquid in mid air below my kitty. I guess that I'd been squirting when I'd had my orgasms.

Shortly after that the teacher ended the lesson and the bookman left. The teacher spent ages looking at all the resume while I just sat there trying to ascertain some energy. Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the class. He said something about there not being many chance for artists to appropriate true human emotions. All I could imagine of to saw was,"The delight was all mine,"which it was. I know that I'm now a fully-fledged exhibitionist and it really had been a pleasure. It's one thing letting mass see me naked, but it's something else letting them see me having multiple orgasms. It was a real turn-on.

The teacher then said that he really had to engage the room and leave. I told him that I'd go and have a lavish before going home. All that sweating had left me feeling quite dirty. I picked-up my dress and shoes and wandered out into the corridor. There was no one out there, it was getting recently and I guess that most people had gone home.

Just down the corridor are the fille's crapper. Through a door at the back are the young lady's changing room and showers. I dropped my dress and shoes in the corner and went into the exhibitor. It felt good. I stayed soaking for ages and not thinking about anything other than the pleasure that I'd just had. The adjacent affair that I knew was that there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the quoin of my eye. He didn't say anything, and I didn't react to his presence. I just kept soaking up the warm water supply.

After a few second gear with neither of us doing anything, the presence of a man watching me naked in the shower started to get me going again. I felt my nipple get hard and my kitty-cat aching. That aching had to be relieved so my right field mitt slowly worked its way down to my clit. As my mightily hand got busy I still pretended that I hadn't seen him. It didn't take long for me to cum again, but as I did my head went up and I could no longer pretend that I hadn't seen him.

He realised that I was looking at him and he went bright red and started to assure me that he was the caretaker. He'd heard the water running and come to investigate. He said that he thought that everyone had gone home and that someone had left a shower running. The piteous man was quite embarrassed.

I turned the shower off, then told him that I'd been in the Art class and needed a shower before going home. I didn't make any attempt to report myself as I asked him if he'd got a towel that I could borrow. He said that he hadn't, but that there might be one in one of the lockers in the changing way. I asked him if he could look for me and I followed him out into the changing room.

He must bear looked in just about all the cabinet before turning towards me and saying,"zilch, but I've got one in my workshop, I'll go and get it."He turned and walked out.

I couldn't see much point in hanging around waiting so I picked up my garb and brake shoe and followed him. It was only when he had to spread out a door that he realised that I was behind him. He started telling me that I shouldn't be walking around the school day naked but I interrupted him and told him I didn't think that it would matter as we were the merely ones there. He didn't say anything and kept walking.

We got to an outdoor door and as he opened it he turned to me. As he looked me up and down he said that I'd better wait there as someone might see me outside. I just said that I didn't judgment and kept following him.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, there was no one around and we walked across a yard and into a little workshop. He opened a closet and got out a towel and gave it to me. By that time I was just about dry ( apart from my hairsbreadth ) and I just rubbed my hair's-breadth. As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my time so that he could stimulate a good look. Eventually I stopped, gave him the towel back and thanked him.

We both stood there staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few sec. In the end I broke the silence and said,"The kidskin don't come in here then."He just said,"What ?"I pointed to the calendar on the wall. It has a big delineation of a bare woman with her stage open a bit. I could just see the plication of her hairy kitty lips.

"Yes, err No"he said. The man was obviously queasy about being alone with a raw cleaning woman so I said,"Sorry, but I don't ejaculate upto her standards."That seemed to subside him a bit because he said,"You're more beautiful than her, I don't really corresponding big boob, and you shave down there. Besides, you're here in the flesh, she isn't."

We got talking a bit and I told him what I was doing at the school. After a seconds thought he nervously asked me if I'd pose for him. It was getting a bit previous and Jon would be wondering where I was, but I said,"okeh, but just for a few moment, my husband will be waiting for me."With that he was off saying,"vertebral column in two minutes."

While he was gone I had a look daily round. In one draw I found some old Fiesta magazines. I remembered Jon telling me about some of the missive that he'd read in them.

The caretaker came back out of breath ; he said that he thought I might take in gone or that he'd find that he was dreaming and that I wasn't real. I smiled at him and said,"I'm real all right. Now how do you want me to flummox ?"I was a bit surprised when he said,"With your legs wide open."

We spent the future 10 minutes with him taking photographs of me from all angles. He took some real close-ups of my pussy and I have to admit that I was getting turned-on. My kitty-cat was veridical damp.

Eventually he ran out of film and thanked me. I told him that it had been my pleasure but I really had to go. As I was putting my skid and dress on he thanked me again, and said,"See you around."As I walked out he said,"No underwear ?"“ Don't believe it in."I shouted back. What a nice man.

Anyway, that's all about my fun as a ‘ mature'schoolgirl and model. I have former experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages, as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

Love

Vanessa