Kidnapped By My Dance Instructor

Every dancer in class just so happens too stretch in a way so that our new instructor has a perfect view of their ass. They coincidently throw on the tightest shirts in their wardrobes that make their cleavage visible from space, and they accidentally smother their faces in makeup every mourning before attending class. Normally it doesn't bother me that my peers decide to slut up as soon as our teacher is substituted into a sexy well built god from the heavens... What bother's me is that he seems to enjoy it. He has no problem with standing in the perfect spot to view a certain dancer's stretching positions. He's perfectly fine with openly gawking at a certain dancers full chest when ever given the chance, and if his eyes ever wander long enough he seems perfectly fine with admiring a certain dancers facial features. I tried not to let it fade or annoy me, but then something horrible happened...that certain dancer became me.