A distraction

As she continues to work Emma's face is little flushed and her nipples are clearly straining against the thin white fabric of her vest. Her free hand continues to brush against the front of her skirt, each time she catches sight of her thong sat on top of the book cart.

A smile on your lips you click your fingers, using a tiny amount of power to make the phone begin to ring.

Emma's first reaction is to reach for her discarded clothing, but you **** that thought from her head as she turns and runs towards the phone. Her braless breasts appear pretty lively under her vest as she dashes down the aisle, but you don't follow her just yet. Slipping her panties into your pocket you click you fingers again and watch as the rest of the discarded clothing vanishes where it lay.

Slowly you make your way towards the desk, where Emma hangs up the phone, confused that no one was on the other end and looks like she's set to carry on with her work, but maybe there's other ways to have fun before you let her.