'What the hell,' you think as you step into his car.
"That a girl," says Mr. Williams. "You know, for some reason your face looks familiar but I can't place it for some reason."
As the car pulls away from the curb, Mr. Williams lowers his hand to your leg and begins gently rubbing from your knee to your thigh.
You sit there quietly in his car, watching the world go by as he drives to your old school. The windows are tinted so no one can see you in his car as he pulls up to a building.
Mr. Williams steps out of the car and you follow.
"Now, now, now," he looks around before spotting your old class room. "Ah there we go."
He motions you to the door of the building.
Fortunately, school is out for the summer. There are only a few janitors and teachers getting ready for the summer school classes still on campus.
You follow Mr. Williams into the hallway, past the girl's locker rooms , down the hall and to your old biology class room .
'That's strange,' you ponder, wondering why he brought you here.
Mr. Williams ushers you in before closing the door and making sure it is locked.
"Now, come sit on the desk for me," Mr. williams sits down at the teacher's desk.
The room is a lecture hall, stairs going up to the back of the room so students can look down onto the teacher. You know from experience that the darkness at the back of the room conceals a small projector room.
You slowly walk up to the teacher's desk and plop down in front of Mr. Williams on the edge of the desk, your back to all the empty seats.
"He he he", Mr williams chuckles as he rubs his hands on the inside of your thighs.
"Hey, money first", you say, slaping his hands back.
"Oh, right", he replies before digging into his pocket again to pull out his wallet. He pulls out $500 and fans it across the desk.
"500?" You ask.
"Oh, yes, I've got alot I want to do with you," Mr. williams chuckles.
Feeling a bit queasy, you allow Mr. Williams to grab both legs of your pyjama pants and slide them down your long legs. You reach up and begin to pull your top off, but Mr. Williams stops you.
"I've always wanted to do this", he says, grabbing a tight hold of your tank top.
With a great tug he rips your shirt in half, exposing your pink bra and your ample cleavage.
Mr. Williams dives into your chest, his warm face pressed into your breasts. He tugs down on the bra, kissing the soft flesh of your breasts, his fat tongue licking your nipples until they are hard enough for him to suck into his mouth. He slurps and nibbles at your nipples like a suckling baby trying to draw milk from your big breasts.
"Oh, yesss," you moan, and cradle his head against your chest, threatening to smother him in the soft flesh of your tits.
You never thought Mr. Williams could be so...lustful...
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