Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
“Rachel, see me after class” Professor Beckett whispered as he brushed past my desk. My heart immediately started racing at the thought of what on earth might happen next. And my pussy started getting wet in anticipation. But he didn’t lock the door after everyone was gone. He usually locks the door. But instead he came and sat down beside me. He began to explain that people like to talk. And somehow word had gotten back to the dean of the school that we had been messing around. I guess someone saw or heard something. So he said that there was only one way for him to keep his job and for me not to get expelled. He said it wasn’t easy to talk the dean into it, but he finally did. So he told me that I better not screw it up. He told me to go up to his office, get under his desk and wait for him. When he sits down at the desk, it’s my cue to unzip his pants and give him the blowjob of his life because Professor Beckett’s career and my education depend on it.
Rachel, See Me After Class
He told me to just stay put under the desk and don’t say a word. And when the dean gets up and walks out, then I’m free to leave.
So I did just that. He was silent the whole time. But I could tell he loved it. His dick got so huge and hard. And he came so fast and so much. He just kept cumming. I wasn’t sure if it was ever going to stop. But it finally did. He left. Then I left. The next day Professor Beckett thanked me profusely. He told me he got a big raise and the dean wanted to talk to me about a scholarship.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457