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I step into the room to see about a dozen people sitting at easels. I didn't recognize any of their faces, so I'm doing this in front of strangers. Guess that's a good thing. Magnus begins explaining what he had planned for the session as I look at the seat waiting for me to pose on. I then glance at those staring at me, trying to figure out what they thinking. Are they as nervous as I am? Or are they on the edge of their seats waiting for me to finally remove my robe?

"If you could disrobe now, please." Magnus says.

I do what Magnus instructed, flaunting my body to a room full of strangers. As my robe falls to the ground, I look at the faces of those about to draw me. Some are unfazed, while others are shocked, not quite ready to see what I'm showing them. With that out the way, I sit down and pose for the group. As much as I want to spread my legs and show them everything, I do my best to keep it classy, my legs crossed and my hands gripping either side of the seat as I begin a staring contest with the wall.

I wonder how many of the men already have erections? What would they do if we were alone? What if all I need to do is spread my legs and touch myself to turn these artists into lust-crazed savages? Would they take turns in fucking me, or would they all try and use every inch of my body all at once? I don't know if I could take them all at once, but I'm sure between my mouth, hands, pussy, ass, and feet I could make most of them happy. At least one of them has to be into feet, right?

God, why did I do this to myself? It's not even been a few minutes and my brain has already dived head-first into the gutter. All I do is stare blankly into the distance as I try to hold my pose. I'm sure I'm giving some sort of nervous tick. Anything from twitching fingers tp trembling hands to the occasional glance at one of the artists as I try and figure out what they're thinking.

I wonder if Magnus knows what I'm thinking right now. He's probably seen dozens, if not hundreds of women do this very thing. Has he ever fucked a model after one of these things? Surely he has. Maybe he's eyeing me right now, wondering if I'm thinking the sort of thoughts I'm thinking at this very moment. He walks behind his students, glancing to me for a second, but his face is a blank canvas.

Magnus then pauses by one of the artists. Has he spotted a mistake or something of more interest? Maybe the artist is picking up on something I'm inadvertently showing. Still, I might not be the only one with an imagination that's running wild. Hell, maybe someone's put my perverted fantasies on canvas for the world to see right as I think this.

That's when I hear footsteps approach me. Magnus is in the corner of my left eye, approaching closer and closer. Have I done something wrong? Has my body betrayed me? Can he read my mind?

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yes." I say, lying through my teeth. I want to tell him everything. Tell him that I'm not okay. That I'm going absolutely crazy right now. That I just want him to fuck me right here, right now, in front of every one of his students. And I want them to join in and fuck my brains out.

"Just say if you need a break."

"Okay."

Maybe I should take a break. Maybe a minute in the toilet would be enough for me to rub one out. What if one of the women in the class followed me though? Would they join in if they figured out what I was doing? What if others came looking for us? That or they watch us enter the room exchanging awkward glances after a few minutes of passion.

What if I was to cave in? Right now? Just spread my legs and start touching myself. Would they watch and let me do my thing? Or would they take the hint and give me what I crave? Hell, even being kicked out and banned for life doesn't seem that bad. At least then I could rush off somewhere and satisfy my urges. It's not like I can take this much longer. I swear this half-hour session has gone on for an hour already, which means it's probably been less than ten minutes.