Chapter Ten
Testing Times
This dream wasn’t like the ones that drove her shrieking out of sleep. This was a good dream – no, an awesome one!
Julie wasn’t fighting off anathema but back in her old history class. It seemed she’d achieved bottom result on an important oral exam. Professor Marsh (oh she’d always had such a scalding crush!) had called her up in front of everyone.
Knowing she’d be seeing him this day, and knowing his exciting habit of peering under her clothing, she was wearing her loosest, most low-cut top without a bra – and a miniskirt with no panties. Obeying his directions to lean over a chair back, she felt an incredibly powerful mixture of mortification, lust and submissive frisson at knowing the entire class could see her oversize ass and runny cunt as he yanked her
