William Marsh was a Psychology Professor at a highly acclaimed College in the East. He had tenure for seven years and had published several papers concerning the ludicrous behavior of middle and lower class students in the College environment. In his educated opinion, students belonging to upper class family's like himself, thrived during their College experience and far excelled over the middle and lower class student who behaved inappropriately and viewed College as one big party. They barely passed their courses and would never amount to anything when and if they entered the business world after graduation. He had documented proof of his findings and believed he was one hundred percent correct in his diagnosis. He associated the upper class students with Albert Einstein, while depicting the middle and lower class students as cave men. They had no drive, no goals, and no realistic dreams of bettering themselves. They simply didn't care if they succeeded in life.

Quite a few of his Colleagues disagreed with his assessment. And of course the middle and lower class students were not happy with the image he painted of them to the world. But Marsh would not be swayed from his opinion. The world leaders of tomorrow would emerge from the upper class student, so they deserved his full attention and respect. They actually wanted to learn so they would be highly successful like their parents. While the middle and lower class student was content to scrape by and not worry about their future. It was a complete waste of time to fill their heads with knowledge they would forget as soon as they walked out of his class room. So he didn't bother trying to teach them. That was his philosophy and he stood by it without wavering. Until he met Cheryl Foxx. That fatal day was the beginning of his downfall. His entire world and impeccable reputation was about to collapse all around him.

Cheryl Foxx was a beautiful young woman who was born and raised in the south. Her mother and father worked their fingers to the bone so they could send their lovely daughter to College. With a College education, they knew Cheryl could make a better life for herself. Or at the very least, she would hopefully meet and marry a rich young man who would give her the life of luxury she deserved. She definitely had the assets to make either scenario a reality. Cheryl had a very brilliant mind and a photographic memory. Succeeding in any career she chose to enter would be a certainty for the intelligent young woman. Attracting a handsome young man with money wouldn't be a problem for her either. She was 5 foot 8 inches and 134 pounds of pure femininity. Cheryl was stunningly beautiful and had a body like Venus Di Milo. Her swirling light brown hair hung down to her shoulder blades and her sparkling grey eyes shined like expensive diamonds. No man could resist her radiant looks and sweet southern charm.

The first thing Professor Marsh did when beginning a new semester was collect a list of the students who signed up to take his course. Then he would spend hours on the phone and at his computer, doing back ground checks on their lineage. He had to know which students deserved his full attention and which ones would be a waste of his time to teach. His wife Martha would constantly bring him coffee and sandwiches and then quietly leave the room. She knew from many years of experience it was useless to try and engage her husband in a lengthy conversation while he was doing what he called important research. Two days later, William emerged from the den with two lists in his hands. The upper class list that was well worth his effort, and the middle to lower class list which he could more or less ignore without a guilty conscious.

Seating in College class rooms was usually optional. But Professor Marsh wasn't an advocate of that unwritten rule. He had name cards printed up and placed them where he pleased. He preferred to have his upper class students seated in the front isles where they could better absorb the vast knowledge he possessed. While the uncaring middle and lower class students were seated in the upper tiers of the auditorium. The students capable of learning and using their knowledge to greatly benefit society when they graduated, should be awarded with a front row seat. He firmly believed in this seating arrangement because it had worked quite well for him over the years. So he saw no reason to alter it. Or as he liked to put it in his own unique way, if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

The first day of classes was going smoothly for the Psychology Professor. But about five minutes into his fourth period class he noticed the students didn't match his seating chart. There was a young lady seated at the end of the first row in the middle isle that didn't belong there. She was from a middle class family and should be sitting in a tier about half way up the isle. He grabbed his seating chart and strolled over to confront the young lady. "Excuse me miss Foxx. This is not your assigned seat. George Weinberg should be sitting here. Will you please explain to me why you're not in the proper location?" "Certainly Professor." She replied with a lovely smile. "Georgie begged me to change places with him. He wanted to sit up there next to his girl friend. I agreed to honor his pleading request because it was for love." Professor Marsh was stunned by her explanation.

"I'm afraid that's not a valid reason young lady. Now would you please return to your assigned seat." He politely asked. "Why Professor. Don't you believe in true love?" Cheryl teasingly asked. "Yes, of course I do. But".. Cheryl quickly cut him off. "Are you married Professor?" "Yes miss Foxx I am. But".. She interrupted him again. "Do you love your wife with all your heart and soul?" "Of course I do. But".. Again she cut him off. "Then I don't see a problem Professor. Georgie's madly in love with Sadie and wanted to be near her. You believe in true love because you feel the same way about your wife. Compared to true love, where we sit in this class room is of no real importance. Wouldn't you agree Professor?" She asked with a sweet smile. Professor Marsh was suddenly speechless. He was so frustrated by her cross examining tactics he was at a loss for words. He simply turned and walked away.

That night, William Marsh studied the dossier he had on Cheryl Foxx. Today was the first time in his life he had ever been bested by a student in a debate. He had to know more about the quick thinking female with the charming smile. Anyone capable of putting him on the defensive and keeping him off guard through the entire discussion was a dangerous adversary. But reading her file only left him feeling more unsettled. Cheryl Foxx didn't fit the normal criteria in his publications. She was from a middle class southern family but her grades in high school were excellent. A person brought up in a middle class environment was rarely that intelligent. According to his years of research it was nearly impossible. Cheryl Foxx was an exception to that rule. An intriguing and beautiful exception. He couldn't get her out of his mind.

The next day things got worse for Professor Marsh. Miss Foxx wore a micro mini skirt that displayed her gorgeous legs to the world. She sat in her end seat with her left leg crossed over her right the entire period. She kept swinging it up and down while her black high heel loosely dangled from her toes. Marsh caught himself strolling past the middle isle much more then usual while he lectured his students. Watching her long, sleek leg bounce up and down was driving him wild. But he couldn't seem to stay away. It kept drawing him to it like a mouse to a chunk of fresh cheese. By the time fourth period was over, his face was flushed and he was perspiring so bad he looked like he had just climbed out of the shower. His remaining classes suffered because he couldn't keep his mind on the subject.

That night he chastised himself for letting the young lady get to him. A highly educated forty year old man should be able to control his actions and conduct himself with dignity. He said over and over. But after the mental flogging he administered to himself, his mind strayed back to the beautiful Cheryl Foxx and her fantastic looking legs. He tried to push her from his mind and concentrate on the next days lecture. But it was totally useless. The image of her swinging leg and flopping high heel was constantly flowing through his uncontrollable mind. He finally admitted defeat and went to bed. But he was denied restful sleep during the night. His dreams were filled with a lovely smooth skinned leg swinging in front of his eyes like a pendulum. He was kneeling near it like he was in a trance and couldn't seem to tear his eyes away. He constantly watched the gorgeous leg go up and down with drool dripping from his wide open mouth.

As fourth period approached the next day William was as nervous as a cat. He continuously paced the floor wringing his hands while he waited for his students to file in. He kept telling himself to calm down and act like a mature adult. But it didn't help. He was still fidgeting like a small boy when Cheryl entered the room. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw she was wearing cut off jean shorts that barely covered her perfectly shaped ass. As soon as she got comfortable in her seat, she crossed her legs and casually swung her foot up and down. This time she was wearing loose sandals that gently slapped against her heel as her foot rose in the air. But the gentle slap sounded like dynamite going off to the flustered Professor. And her tanned leg looked even better then it did the day before. William stumbled and stuttered through his entire lecture. When fourth period was finally over he felt physically and emotionally drained.

By the end of the week Professor Marsh was an emotional wreck. Cheryl Foxx was on his mind every waking hour of the day. And he couldn't escape her at night because she entered his dreams and refused to leave. He wasn't faring any better in the physical sense either. He was barely sleeping or eating and he walked around like a zombie. His wife Martha was really beginning to worry about him. But he kept assuring her everything was fine. By the end of the second week his mind was completely befuddled. He became so delusional, he convinced himself Cheryl Foxx was sending him alluring signals. The constant swinging of her gorgeous leg was her flirtatious way of saying she wanted him sexually. And each lovely smile was her way of luring him into accepting her proposal. He was totally obsessed with the lovely Cheryl Foxx.

By the middle of the third week he wasn't capable of having a clear thought. He wanted that firm young body of hers in his bed more then he ever wanted anything in his life. So he decided to surrender to her sexual advances and begin an affair with the beautiful young lady. The timing couldn't be more perfect. His wife Martha was taking her annual weekend trip to visit her sister in the mid west. So he and the lovely miss Foxx would have the house all to themselves. The thought that what he was planning was morally and ethically wrong never entered his confused mind. Cheryl Foxx wanted his body as deeply as he desired to have hers. So they were merely acting on their impulses to please each other. There was no harm in that. In fact, everything seemed right with the world when he finally made the decision to accept her advances.

So Friday after fourth period class he put his plan into action. "Miss Foxx. Would you stay after class for a minute? I have something I would like to discuss with you." Certainly Professor." She answered with a smile. After everyone filed out he brought up the lie he had conceived to get Cheryl to his home. "I need some help gathering research for my next paper Miss Foxx. I was wondering if you would consider giving me a hand. You will earn extra credit and I'll even pay you for your services." He calmly asked. "Absolutely Professor. I would be glad to help in any way I can. Psychology is one of my favorite subjects and you happen to be my favorite teacher. And I think it would be an excellent learning experience." She replied. In William's confused mind, he swore he saw her wink at him. So everything was working out as planned.

"Perfect. Thank you Miss Foxx. Here is the address to my home. I'll expect you there Saturday morning at nine sharp. Would that be convenient for you?" He asked as he handed her his card. "Yes Professor. Nine o'clock Saturday morning is fine. I'll see you then." She answered as she turned to walk out. Marsh watched her gorgeous legs with a hungry look on his face as she strolled to the door. Now that everything was put into motion he began to feel better. He couldn't wait to devour that luscious body of hers for the entire weekend. In fact, the thought crossed his mind to video tape the episode for future viewing. He used to video tape his love making with his wife Martha when they were first married. Although she knew nothing about it. But over the years he got out of the habit. This was the perfect opportunity to start up again. Miss Foxx would look wonderful on tape.

That afternoon he said good bye to his wife at the airport and rushed back to the house. He checked the video camera to make sure it was working properly and set it up in the closet. When he was through arranging everything he looked at his watch and saw it was only six PM. Fifteen hours of tortured waiting before the lovely Miss Foxx would be in his arms and eventually in his bed. He tried to relax and calm himself, but his heart was beating a mile a minute. Erotic thoughts of all the wondrous things he planned to do with her fantastic body was flowing through his mind. This weekend he would remember for the rest of his life. He was absolutely sure of that. William leaned back in his easy chair and closed his eyes. A perfect image of her sleek leg moving up and down with her high heel dangling from her foot entered his mind. He sighed and nodded off to sleep with a large smile on his face.

Saturday morning he was as giddy as a young boy in a candy store. The video camera was all set up in the closet and Champagne was chilling in an ice bucket in the bedroom. Wild strawberries were layered on a plate in the refrigerator with her choice of whipped cream or chocolate sauce for dipping. Everything was simply perfect for his rendezvous with the lovely Miss Foxx. When the door bell rang he was so excited he couldn't control his breathing. He smiled, thinking he sounded like he was hyper ventilating. He casually opened the door and greeted the beautiful young lady with a huge smile on his face. She was wearing a black micro mini skirt with black heels and a tight fitting white top. The perfect outfit to arouse his libido and kick his sexual appetite into high gear. Cheryl Foxx was using every flirtatious trick in the book to get him into bed. That's what his bewildered mind told him.

"It's nice to see you Miss Foxx. Please come in." William said as he smiled and held the door open for her. "Thank you Professor. It's nice to see you too." She answered back with a smile of her own. "Please Miss Foxx. Call me William. And I want to thank you again for agreeing to help me. I'm very grateful." "Oh no William. I'm the one who's grateful you chose me for this assignment. I believe it will greatly help me in my studies. And you may call me Cheryl if you like." She replied. William's hungry eyes were roaming over her like he was in heat. He couldn't wait to ravenous her flawless body. "Fine. Then come this way Cheryl and we'll get started." Cheryl was fishing through her purse for her note pad and pencil so she could take notes. She didn't notice what room he led her to until he closed the door behind her. She was thoroughly puzzled when she saw they were standing in his bedroom. She turned for an explanation and was instantly attacked by the crazed Professor.

William couldn't wait another second to get his hands on her finely curved body. He was on her as soon as he closed the door. "Now we can do all the things you have yearned for over the past few weeks my little tease." He said as he was groping her firm young body. Cheryl was taken back by his actions and began to struggle in his grasp. "Let go of me Professor. What the hell has come over you?" She astonishingly asked. But William was past hearing. "Don't fight it my dear. You know you want me as bad as I want you." He replied with a leering grin. "What the hell are you talking about Professor? Take you God damn hands off of me." She sternly told him. "Ahhh. You want to play hard to get. The thrill of the chase and all that. That suits me fine my sweet." He said as he ripped her top off. That was the last straw. Professor or no Professor, Cheryl wasn't putting up with this shit.

"WHOP!" She drove her knee into his balls as hard as she could. William clutched his aching testicles and dropped to his knees. "SMACK!" A solid right cross jolted his chin and knocked him in the floor at her feet. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" She screamed standing over him. William was staring at those shiny black heels she constantly let dangle from her dainty foot. His mouth watered as his eyes traveled up the sleek legs that invaded his dreams every night. When his eyes reached the top it took his breath away. He got a brief glimpse of the frilly white panties she was wearing under the tight black mini skirt that hugged her perfect ass like a glove. The excruciating pain in his balls seemed to totally disappear. He grabbed her slim ankles and crawled his way up those gorgeous legs of hers to bury his face in her crotch.

Cheryl couldn't believe the nerve of this disgusting old man. She snatched him by the hair and yanked his head away from her private area. "I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU BUSTER! YOU NEED TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON IN RESPECT! YOU DO NOT TREAT PROPER YOUNG LADIES IN THIS FASHION!" She began pounding him in the face while she held him on his knees. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" William was completely surprised by her antagonistic reaction. This was way past the boundaries of playing hard to get. She had flirted and teased him for three weeks. So why was she so upset and belligerent towards him for giving in to her sexual demands. He managed to break her hold on his hair and shove her away from him. Then he climbed to his feet and faced the angry young woman with blood dripping from his open cuts.

"Why are you pretending this is not what you have been after? You have teased and flirted with me for three weeks in an attempt to get me to agree to this sexual encounter. Eventually you wore down my resistance until I had no choice but to accept your proposal. So why are you acting like I'm nothing but a sexual predator who lured you here under false pretenses?" He demanded to know. "FLIRTED? TEASED? Have you completely lost your mind. I did no such thing. And you did lure me here under false pretenses. I barely even spoke to you during class. So how you came up with such an absurd idea is beyond me." She fired back. William looked at the beautiful young woman like she was crazy. Why was she suddenly backing out after getting what she wanted. And why was she putting all the blame on him like he was some kind of repulsive pervert. It didn't make sense.

"That's absolutely ridiculous. You were constantly sending me alluring signals with your eyes and pouting smile. And tempting me by continuously flashing your gorgeous legs in class. There's no chance I misread your intentions. Unless your main objective was to charm me until I fell under your spell so you could destroy my reputation. That's it isn't it? You have some unknown vendetta against me and won't rest until you've completely ruined my life. Well I won't stand for it young lady. No middle class harlot from the south is going to tear down everything I've worked so hard to obtain. I won't let you get away with it. You messed with the wrong man you bitch." He said as he attacked her with a vengeance. William's mistake was thinking of Cheryl as a pampered young lady who was soft and demure. But in reality, Cheryl was a tomboy who grew up on a plantation. And she worked right along side her father in the tobacco fields when she was older. So she was tough as nails. Unfortunately for William, he was painfully about to find that out.

William's unexpected charge took her by surprise. He tackled Cheryl and drove her back until they collided with the side of the bed and fell on top of it. His groping hands were working their way up her body to grab Cheryl by the throat. She managed to get her legs between them and planted her spiked heels firmly in his chest. Then those gorgeous legs William had dreamed about for weeks, shot forward and propelled him off of her like he was shot out of a cannon. His 185 pound body sailed through the air and slammed into the floor about eight feet away. "SLAM!" Cheryl was off the bed in a hurry and readied herself to meet his next attack. William slowly climbed to his feet. The hard landing had taken some of the wind out of his sails. But he was determined to stop this lying bitch from ruining his career. He went back at her with pure hatred in his eyes. This time Cheryl was alert.

They met in the middle of the floor and grappled for position. Each one trying to push the other back and gain the upper hand. Cheryl would lose a few feet of ground before she exerted herself and shoved him back. She finally realised she wasn't going to get any where with a shoving match. They seemed to be equal in strength. So she decided to change tactics and catch him off guard. It worked like a charm. The next time he dug his feet in to push her back, she went with the flow and pulled him off balance. While William was stumbling around trying to get his footing, Cheryl got a good grip on his arms and whipped her body around. He flew through the air like a spreadeagled sky diver and crash landed on his face and stomach. "SLAM!" Cheryl took advantage of the opportunity and leaped on his back.

William was disoriented after being thrown like a frisbee and hitting the floor. So he was ill prepared for the female hellcat who dropped on his back like she was doing a cannon ball. "WHAM!..WHAM!" Her knees drilled him in the back with all of her weight behind them. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" William screamed from the pain shooting through his back and came out of his stupor. "I've got you now you crazy bastard. Your ass is mine." Cheryl said as she settled across his back and snatched him by the hair with both hands. "BAM!..BAM!..BAM!..BAM!..BAM!" She bounced his face on the carpeted floor with all the strength she could muster. But it was a plush carpet so the damage she was causing him was minimal. A few rug burns and a bloody nose was all he suffered. He finally managed to get his arms under his face to cushion the blows. So Cheryl changed strategies.

She turned him loose and began slapping the back of his head. "SLAP!..SLAP!..SLAP!..SLAP!..SLAP!..SLAP!" The stinging slaps hurt like hell. His ears were ringing and both sides of his head was turning beet red. When he made the mistake of pulling his arms out to cover his head, Cheryl grabbed them both by the wrist in a tight grip. She pulled his left arm back and pinned it under her knee. Then she straightened out his right and roughly twisted it. William howled like a banshee. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "Ohhhh, I'll bet that hurts doesn't it? Let's see if I can make you scream louder." She held his arm in place with her left hand and took hold of his middle three fingers with her right. A evil smile spread across her lovely face when she bent them back and heard his high pitched scream. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "Yes. I think that one was a few octaves higher. Wouldn't you agree Professor?" She asked with a giggle.

"GET OFF OF ME YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He yelled while flopping around in an attempt to unseat her. But Cheryl had him securely pinned down and couldn't be budged. "Really Professor, such language. If you keep talking like that I'll lose all the respect I have for you. We wouldn't want that would we?" She asked snickering. "GO TO HELL YOU BITCH! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A COMMON STREET HARLOT! NOW GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" He angrily screamed. Cheryl made him pay dearly for his outburst by bending his fingers back a little further. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "You need to be taught some manners old man. And I happen to be an expert in that field. So I'm going to grant your wish and let you up. But I'm afraid you're going to be very sorry you made the request. Actually, let's change that to painfully sorry." Cheryl rose to her feet and backed away. "Get up asshole. School is in session."

William was shaking his sore hand and rubbing his painful arm as he slowly climbed to his feet. Rage covered his face while he hatefully stared at the young woman a few feet away. He never considered himself to be a vindictive man. But the only thought on his confused mind was to tear her limb from limb. Unfortunately William was not a fighter. He was a road scholar who's body was soft and slightly over weight. He used his brain instead of his brawn. The most strenuous thing he ever did was take out the trash. But he was so over come with vengeance he wasn't thinking clearly. Cheryl on the other hand was used to hard labor and had been in quite a few scrapes over the years. So she knew how to handle herself in a crisis. William was completely over matched in this battle of the sexes. A simple fact which he was about to painfully find out.

William ran at her with his arms out stretched to grab her in a bear hug and squeeze her unconscious. His nose was met by a solid right fist that instantly shattered it to pieces. "SMACK!" "YEOWWWWWWWWW!" He screamed as he clutched it with both hands. Cheryl went to work on his soft mid section while he was distracted. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" His face turned red while his battered body leaned over from the pain. "CRACK!" The bell ringing uppercut snapped his head back and dumped him in the floor. "PLOP!" He lie there shaking his head and squinting his eyes to bring them into focus. Cheryl stood over him with her arms crossed over her ample breasts while she impatiently tapped her foot. "We haven't got all day old man. Get your ass up." She sternly ordered as she nudged him with her foot. William stupidly obeyed.

As soon as he was on his feet, Cheryl went into action. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Two sharp left jabs busted his mouth and swelled both lips. William tried to reach for her but he was way to slow and she was extremely to fast. "SMACK!" His left cheek turned numb and he staggered off balance. "SMACK!" A left hook nailed his jaw and sent him stumbling back. He gained his feet and tried a punch of his own. But it was such a pitiful looking thing that Cheryl nearly laughed in his face. "Nice try Professor. But if that's the best you can do, you're in a world of trouble." "SMACK!" Her straight right drilled him between the eyes. William's legs buckled and he dropped to his knees in front of her. She slowly lifted his chin while she smiled and blasted him on the temple. "SMACK!" William flopped at her feet in a semi conscious state.

"Let's go Professor. It's not time for your nap just yet. School is still in session. Now get on your feet so I can resume your lesson." She ordered as she nudged him with her foot again. William's movements were sluggish when he regained his senses. He slightly raised his groggy head and saw those infernal shiny black heels only inches from his face. Her high heeled shoe dangling at the end of her gorgeous leg was one of the things that first attracted him to her. It's rocking motion as she swung her leg up and down was mesmerizing. But seeing them up close and personal while he lie in the floor with a swelling face and battered body was a different matter. He was beginning to hate those black heels with a passion. Although the legs they were attached to were still a wondrous sight to see. He pushed himself up from the floor and stood on unsteady legs.

"Good boy. I like a well behaved pupil who does what he's told. But It's my job as disciplinarian to punish those who are guilty of major discretion's. And you my dear Professor have been found guilty of committing lecherous crimes against a female student. Along with the lesser offense of completely losing your mind. So let's continue your punishment." Cheryl got a good grip on the front of his shirt and jerked his face up to hers so she could look him right in the eyes. "You really are a moron for coming up with this ridiculous plan. "SMACK!" The swelling in his left eye grew. "I never gave you any indication I was remotely interested in you." "SMACK!" Both lips were now the size of Cuban cigars. "In fact, the idea of you and I becoming a couple is completely absurd and totally repulses me." "SMACK!" His chin was badly bruised.

William helplessly sagged in the young woman's strong grip. He was unable to offer any resistance against her punishing fist. It continuously smashed into his unprotected face with immense power behind each swing. His facial features were uncontrollably swelling out of proportion and he was completely defenseless to stop the angry southern belle from massacuring him. The situation looked hopeless. "SMACK!" "Such delusional behavior by an honored College Professor is simply unjustifiable." "SMACK!" "I guarantee you will never pull this outrageous stunt with another one of your female students." "SMACK!" "Do you understand me you perverted bastard?" "SMACK!" "Your sexual fantasy games stop right now." "SMACK!" "Or I'll return and beat you senseless again" "SMACK!" "Am I making myself clear?" She sternly asked. William was unconscious and unable to answer her.

Cheryl threw his battered, lifeless body on the bed and began to search for something to tie him up. She was thoroughly surprised when she opened the closet and found the video recorder. "Why you no good son of a bitch. Do you have a hidden library of your female conquests?" She asked his sleeping body. After a prolonged search she found two dozen video tapes lined up behind the top shelf of the bookcase. But they were all marked with the name Martha. Cheryl surmised that Martha must be his wife. "Does your wife know you have these? Or did you keep it a secret from her as well?" She rummaged through the closet and removed the belts from several robes she found hanging there. She tied his hands behind his back with one belt and his feet with another. Then she bent his knees and used the third to bind his hands and feet together. He was trussed up like a Christmas turkey.

Cheryl rifled through the drawers in the bedroom until she found two of his wife's stockings. She stuffed one in his mouth to quiet his screaming and firmly tied it in place with the other. Then she wrote a note to his wife, telling her to check the video recorder for evidence of what happened that day. She pinned it to his shirt with one of his tie clasps. As a final touch, she spread his wife's tapes around his sleeping body. "That pretty much takes care of everything Professor. So I'll be on my way. Good luck with your wife. I'm sure she's going to be very upset with you when she gets home. Ta ta." She said with an evil smile as she walked out of the bedroom. On her way back to the dorm she thought about what had transpired that day. She was almost positive Professor Marsh would not be in attendance when she arrived for class on Monday. But if he was, she vowed to keep a close eye on him. If he needed another lesson she was more then willing to give him one.

William Marsh woke up Saturday evening and burst into tears. His battered body was heaving with heavy sobs of shame as he lie there staring at the video tapes he kept secret from Martha. His distinguished career and impeccable reputation was ruined. Not to mention having his honorable name dragged through the mud during the unpleasant divorce she would surely ask for. Sixteen years of hard work to make a respected name for himself had been completely destroyed in one afternoon. All because of the one thing he despised most in life. A worthless middle class student who had the mentality of a cave man. But the second he thought of that female student his mind was filled with her gorgeous leg moving up and down like poetry in motion. His dick sprang to attention which made him sob even louder. His life was ruined. But the beautiful Cheryl Foxx would invade his memory for the rest of his days. His punishment was far from over.