“Fine,” she said.

“Alright, I’ll do it. Let’s type it up, and I will present it to them on Monday,” Abbey said breathlessly.

“The whole lot?” George asked, pinching her nipples. He knew that pinching her nipples made her more horny.

Abbey moaned again, “Yes, the whole lot,” she moaned.

George kissed her softly on the lips, “I will email you my type-up, and you can modify it however you like.”

“You really trust me to make changes? You’re not worried I will lift the levels,” she paused, “or drop them?”

George started to unbutton her jacket, “Oh, I hope you drop them, become a complete slut,” he said. “Tell you what? Let’s go to your computer right now. I will light a joint, and you can take a few puffs and make a plan while I slowly finger you?”

She moaned again, “You know I get adventurous when I smoke weed,” she said.

“I know,” he said, stepping back from her, “but first,” he quickly pulled out his phone and took a snap of Abbey wearing the jacket; just one button was done up, the edges of her areola visible behind the lapel of the tight coat.

Five minutes later, they were at the computer. Abbey was nude as she took a deep drag of the joint George had handed her. She looked at the picture George had taken and hesitated for a moment before sending it through to her group of students via their group chat. ‘You’ve all done so sell, so I thought you deserved to see what I will be wearing for the next class.’ she added afterwards. “I can’t believe I just did that,” she said as she pulled up George’s list.

George knelt behind her and reached around her, slowly Abbey parted her legs, and George started to play with the top of her slit. “You really want me to be a slut?” she asked him.

“Yeah, change it however you like,” he said, rubbing his finger down her wet slit.

She moaned at his touch and took another drag of the joint. As she did George heard the computer ding, “Oh God, they are liking the image of me,” she moaned.

“They’d be stupid to not,” he said. “So, tell me, what are you thinking?” he asked.

“They are 20 points up at the moment, well, just shy,” she moaned again. “So this outfit for next week.” Suddenly, the computer started to buzz, “Oh my God, it’s Jo Jo, he’s video calling me.”

“Answer it,” George said.

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