Nude Games (Part 3)

“We had a dare,” I added in explanation.

 A muscle worked in his jaw as he regarded me in stony silence. “Are you a bunch of preschoolers?” he demanded, his Greek accent coming through heavily in the strained words.

 I shook my head mutely feeling his anger wash all over me. I returned my gaze to my feet. I raised my head suddenly and surprised a look of arousal on his face as his gaze fastened on my big boobs. 

 I looked away immediately even as everything in me settled down. I was going to walk out of here, I suddenly knew. 

 The good Prof was already staring at my boobs which meant these babies were my ride out of this joint.

 “I should hand you over to the school authority,” he muttered, glaring at me.

 There was no heat in his voice anymore. I dashed around the desk and knelt before him, clasping both hands in front of me. Then I lifted my head, letting him see a sheen of fake tears in my eyes. “Please don’t.