request to talk later, almost agreement. Has the veiled threat of complaining to a mother so similar to the situation with Master T broke it? The woman felt that the cheeky blonde just humiliated her. She began to get angry at herself thinking about how to regain her lost self-esteem, and her legs carried her to the parking lot behind the school, she could not be late for a session in the solarium. Oh, this master T will control first.

***

She had already gone down to the first floor when in a loudspeaker hanging from the ceiling a rustling sound and Shirley’s voice said distinctly:

“Miss Wayne is waiting for you at the office of Director Harding!”

Cursing, Summer looked at her watch and turned right. Going to the door to the director's office, she paused for a moment, meticulously looking at herself. Corrected a little strayed skirt, ran her hand over the fabric behind, feeling the humidity and very much hoping that the stain spread out on almost all her buttocks is not noticeable. She thought she should go into the toilet and put on panties and a bra, but she looked at her watch again and resolutely opened the translucent door. Hurrying along the inner narrow corridor of the office wing, she felt that at each step her breasts were bouncing hard like two full-fledged nuclei, and Ben-W’s balls from constant concussion made a real round dance in the vagina and rhythmically pushed into the walls causing World to wrinkle from tangible tingling in the nerve endings the vagina seemed to be constantly discharged into it. She had completely forgotten to fasten the top buttons on the blouse, moreover, the third one imperceptibly unclasped from the shaking of the breasts, and now the poured bulges with a deep hollow in the middle were frankly protruded in the cuffs of green silk.

Shirley looked at the burst into the hall in front of the director's office, Miss Wayne, surprised and a little frightened.

- Summer for you that the bandits are chasing!?
- Mr. Harding wanted to see me? - out of breath, Summer replied, not responding to the secretary's joke.
“He's on the phone with Sandra Wilson, Melanie's mother.” Are you aware of who she is?
- Yes, unfortunately I know! - responded Summer exhaling with the noise.
- She just got the director with claims about her daughter. I heard that this is somehow related to you. Don't you want to give Melanie extra classes? Looks like she complained to mom and now she is dripping on the headmaster's brains!

Shirley gestured for the teacher to sit in a chair near her desk and wait. Summer silently sat down on the sly looking at the secretary who typed some text violently banging on the keyboard of the computer with her long fingers with shortly cropped nails. She remembered how she forced Shirley to play with her nipples last Friday. How reluctantly the girl did it at the beginning and with what languid expression on her reddened face she ran away from the toilet. Summer was almost one hundred percent sure that at that moment Shirley's panties were wet between their legs.

She was sitting almost opposite the secretary in a low chair rhythmically straining her thigh muscles trying to push the balls of Ben-Wa deeper into the vagina. Shirley's eyelashes faltered when she saw the woman’s indecently exposed, chiseled legs, the skirt prodded well above the knees. Moreover, in the neckline in front, she perfectly saw the stocking edge on Summer's right thigh. The secretary unwittingly moved her eyes higher and stared at her breasts, feeling that she was blushing.

Is she not wearing a bra during class? - She thought thoughtfully.

Summer impatiently fidgeted in the chair nervously glancing at the wall clock. A little more and she starts to be late. Finally, on the table, Shirley meowed an intercom and Mr. Harding’s voice inquired whether Miss Wayne had come?

- Yes, sir.
- Let him enter.

Shirley smiled shyly at Summer, waving her hand invitingly. She couldn’t bring herself to directly look at the high bosom of a woman, so thrilling, waving at her every movement.

The director met Summer with a restrained nod, sitting at a huge table, standing in the back of the office at the huge panoramic window from which opened a view of the courtyard in front of the school. He tortured Summer for almost 15 minutes walking around and around. He was interested in the curriculum for the next trimester, discussed the celebration of Thanksgiving, and only after that did he proceed to the main point. The man gently chided Summer, that she was too strict with her graduate students. What in modern conditions should be more flexible in the assessment of knowledge Feeling awkward, sweating and hiding the eyes of an elderly, baldish fat man two months ago knocked 52 finally said the name Melanie Hart. Mentioned her mother's call. And he convincingly asked the woman to give this pupil increased attention, hinting that very much depends on Sandra Wilson, including the allocation of funds to the school.

Summer frankly this conversation. Mr. Harding has always been a good person, and because of this, it was even more unpleasant for him that he gently forced her to give the required grade to one of her students, just because her mommy was a member of the board of trustees. In the current situation being under the constant pressure of the master-T, she did not feel in herself the strength to argue with the director now. Things could change in a few days when Todd returned from Washington. For some reason, Summer was unshakably confident that she could break the vicious circle and get rid of the boy's sexual slavery. Then she will be able to cope with the brazen Melanie and her stinky mother.

The conversation ended with the woman promising to treat Melanie Hart with increased attention, to which Mr. Harding promised her full support for any of her decisions, but hinted that in the event of a positive result, Sandra Wilson promised to provide additional funding by refitting the class of English language and literature on the latest technology .

Summer noticed that the man gradually began to show signs of incomprehensible anxiety, blushing more and more and just drenching in sweat. She could not think that the matter was in her.

The man kept sneaking at her steadily billowing and falling breasts. They attracted the eye like a magnet. The deep cleavage between the tanned hemispheres visible behind the collar of the blouse was simply hypnotizing. And he always considered Miss Wayne conservative and squeezed. In the end, Harding began to feel that he could distinguish the outlines of the woman’s obviously excited nipples through thin dark silk. Even when she entered the office, he noticed how her breasts sway with each step and thought - Is she without a bra !? And from that moment he could not get rid of this obsessive thought, which suddenly sharply aroused and brought the man to the fact that his penis was tense in his pants and now rested with force in panties indecently sticking out the trousers in front. He furtively squeezed him under the table involuntarily shuddering.

Unable to resist the impulse, he stopped to look at Miss Wayne as a teacher, in front of him sat a smart, beautiful and very sexy woman who wanted to fuck rudely and without another word, lifting her skirt and tearing her pantyhose.

Miss Wayne, unaware of his condition, moved on the chair and leaned over to pick up the bag from the floor. Mr. Harding simply glared at the neckline on her front skirt, which crept up and he clearly noticed the strip of the edge of the stocking and even the lacy flat ribbon of one of the garters. Is she in stockings? - struck him and the man felt like a spiral breathing in his chest.

For two years now, as a widower, he hadn’t had a sexual partner the whole time, the work age had an adverse effect on the man’s libido, but now he felt like a freshman student spying on girls in the shower after a physical education class.Now he didn’t care that Miss Wayne was married, that she was his subordinate, he wanted her madly and realized that he was ready to do anything to drown her dick between her deliciously rounder buttocks.

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