You decide that you're enjoying your experiences with the school authorities, & if you can't screw with the principal, you might as well try with her assistant. You stand up, & work your way back through the halls to the office you'd been looking into. You never knew it would be this hard to run with a growing hard-on.
When you get there, Ms. Paris is still deeply involved in the activity you'd seen her beginning. "You know," you tell her, "you appear to be enjoying yourself, but I think I've got something that will work just as well." She looks up at you, & then almost immediately down at your erection, which has grown so it is almost pointing straight at her.
"Now, where did you get that?", she asks seductively. You reply, "I don't think that's as important a question as where I should put it." She says, "I have a few ideas." She stands up, & walks over to you. Your lips meet, & she slides her tongue into your mouth. Somehow, she is able to wrap her legs around you, & you lead her back to the couch.
You're just about to set her down onto it again, when she sets her feet on the ground again, & pushes only slightly away. She looks you deep in the eyes, & says, "Wait." |