I then knew for sure that I had chosen the correct tactic.I then knew for sure that I had chosen the correct tactic. I stood more upright and grasped the waistband of my shorts with both hands and pulled them and my panties down to my knees, completely exposing my perfect, round bottom. "Do you fantasize about my ass?" I taunted as I wiggled my nude butt at him. "Hmmmm?" He just stared at me, his mouth opening and closing, but no words coming out. I pulled my shorts back up and turned around to face him. I grasped the bottom of my sweater and raised it up, exposing my braless breasts. "Or do you picture my tits when you jack off? Huh, Dr. Sanders?" With one hand I began to massage my breasts as he stared. "I have _really_ hot tits, don't I?" Then I nodded and added, "Uh-huh," with a lewd smile. I pulled my sweater back down over my breasts, and then I lowered both hands to my crotch. I began to massage my vagina through my shorts. "Or do you dream about my cunt? Huh, Dr. Sanders? Do you wanna see my cunt?" His demeanor was a combination of dejection, confusion, a little anger, and an increasing amount of sexual arousal. |