Mr Johnson retired to his apartment - a luxury building on campus - and slept well, for it had been a long day. When his alarm went off in the morning and he opened his eyes to the soft light that was pouring through his curtains he recalled a dream. Martine had been in it. She had attended his classes and been proud to wear the uniform of Southwarks. Not only that but in his dream, Martine had been attentive and helpful. She had not moaned once as she had stripped, slowly, seductively and teasingly for him in front of the seven other girls that had attended the morning lecture. In his dream her skin looked so soft, youthful, and glowed with her attractiveness. He'd asked her to stay behind as all the other girls got dressed and left to make their way to their next lesson. She had stayed, naked in front of him. She asked him what she wanted and he responded, not verbaly, but by extending his hand and cupping her left breasts. Martine nodded and then purred softly as he carressed her nipple erect.<br/><br/>It was at that point that the alarm had woken him up, with a raging erection of his own between his legs and the promise that his first lesson was with Martine that very morning. He showered, a cool shower, in the hope it'd calm his libido slightly. Then shaved and dressed. He always liked to look attaractive and well groomed for the very first lesson of term. After all, the girls would eventually be undressing him, and a good first impression counted for a lot.<br/><br/>He first checked into his office and dealt with various administrative emails. One in particular caught his attention. It was an IT security report, from Martine's room. He looked over the report. A list of pornographic websites with various suggestive names; 'Look Who's fucking Who', 'Ass Bandit's', and 'Sucksess'. At first the report shocked him. He had known girls to use the school facilites for research purposes, but term had not even begun yet and here Martine, the girl that had acted almost aggressively towards him yesterday had been watching these movies. He looked at the clock, and it was time to leave, he had to teach his first class. He got up, straighted his clothing and smiled, perhaps the girl had changed her mind about this place after all. Or perhaps it was all an act. He was sure to find out after the first lesson. Only, she hadn't appeared as he taught the half dozen girls. The first session was video led, and so not wanting for his protegee to get behind so early in the term he decided to pop the video round to her dorm after class.