Last class is over so I reluctantly go to Mrs. ’s room. She’s sitting on top of her desk dangling her crossed legs over the side of the desk. This reveals a lot of thigh and my hardon, which had just recently subsided, suddenly jumps back to life. I can feel it pushing hard at the front of my pants.
She glances at my crotch, breaks into a big smile and says, “Tell me why you can’t concentrate in my class .” As she asks, she leans forward with a professional look of interest in her eyes. I notice that the top two buttons of her tight blouse have come undone and I can see her ample cleavage trying to leap out of her black bra.
I try to cover my raging cock with my books as I stutter, “Uh...uh…I…I don’t know Mrs. .”
“, put your books on the desk and stand in front of me. You look a bit tense.” She licks as she says this and continues staring at my crotch.
Putting my books on the desk, I feel my face turn crimson knowing that my teacher is concentrating on my uncontrollable rod. I can’t look her in the eyes.
Just then, luckily, her cell phone rings. She answers “Hello. This is Annie.”
She quickly turns away and speaks in hushed tones, “Handcuffs? Real ones? Oh! Jeez!”
She listens for another few seconds and almost squeals, “A riding crop?! OHH YES! I'll be over right away!”
Turning back to me, she regains her composure and says, “I’m afraid an emergency has come up. We will resume this conversation again tomorrow after school. Don’t be late!”
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