It’s the final year of your high school education, and I do not want to be calling your parents, and having to tell them that their daughter is slacking when she should be working hardest.’ His harsh features would have appeared utterly serious to any but the most perceptive student, but a small glint in his eye betrayed to Isabelle a secret pleasure at admonishing the girl. Now, under certain circumstances that’s understandable. Isabelle felt dreamy. She felt a pair of hands glide through her hair, massaging the roots. ‘Oh my God…’ he whispered as his boxers were dragged, inch by inch, down his legs. Mr Edwards is going to be pissed, she thought as she found her way to lesson. she thought, but she felt her pussy involuntarily moisten. All she wanted most in the world was to succumb to the pleasure, to fall back, plunge her hands in the furnace between her thighs and come, thrashing and screaming.
