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It wasn't the first time Professor Marston secretly photographed her subjects engaged in sex acts.

It wasn't enough that she achieved world-wide fame. Nor was her salary from the university and the income from sales at her shows enough. She wanted more.

Years ago, a small pornographic magazine quietly contacted her and suggested that they would pay well for just the right photos. Not only did she agree, but using a pseudonym sent them dozens of photos every month. She made sure that her signature and unique style were not identifiable.

By the time, Professor Marston caught me spying, the magazine's clientele had grown substantially and was now an on-line publication available internationally, and now there was video. Of course, it was behind a pay wall.

The publication of Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford and Phil's photos was enthusiastically received by the membership. There were pictures of Edna in every position imaginable; most with Phil's gigantic cock in her mouth, sometimes with cum dripping down her chin. There were others of them fucking or Phil eating her pussy. Or Lena eating her pussy. Or Edna eating Lena's pussy. Of course, Lena's face was never seen, not so for Edna or Phil. Phil didn't care if he knew.

One day on some anonymous social media page there was reference to "who knew that the darling of our city's social scene was a porn star?"

It didn't take long for local on-line sleuths to identify "the darling." They also posted instructions for by-passing the pay wall. Before the publication could take action, thousands and thousands of people throughout the city had seen Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford, and she wasn't at her best. Although Phil would beg to differ about that.

Edna fled, moving half way across the country. She didn't leave alone. She brought Phil with her, along with half her husband's assets. She had a very good attorney.

The way I heard it, Phil met some guys at his new university, which Edna paid for and within a month, these young black men were engaged in a series of gang bangs with the more than willing Mrs. Smedley-Wrightford. Some days she had a cock in her mouth for ten hours. She thought her life was complete.

As for me, I confronted Lena. She admitted that I too, among numerous other students, was profiled in this adult magazine. I was appalled. Sure, I'd sucked and fucked Edgar, Phil and anonymously a number of other men. I'd eaten Lena's pussy and saw Marcy a few times a month. There were also a handful of female students and older women, but I trusted that my face was hidden.

Accessing their website and paying, I found in their archives photos. Photos entitled, "The Adorable Cocksucker." There I was, page after page of me with different cocks in my mouth. Black ones, white ones, old ones like Edgar's. On my knees like Mrs. Grayson doing Police Chief Williams, on my back with a ball sack hanging in my mouth. Think of a way to suck a cock and Professor Marston had shot me. Many of them found their way to this website.

Then there was me, "The Adorable Pussy Eater." I don't remember eating so many different pussies. There was no doubt it was my face. Marcy and Lena's pussies were the only ones I recognized. Of course, I recognized them, I'd eaten them so many times.

Fortunately, a few months later I graduated and was offered a job in Dallas with a large architectural firm. I started using my middle name and my mother's maiden name. Wanda Hamright was now the very generic Anne Jones.

Although, on occasion a colleague, client or just someone, somewhere thought they recognized me from somewhere, for the most part I left the university and Professor Marston behind.

Two years later, camped out on my doorstep was Marcy. "Remember me? You

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