Find Mrs. Tang, alone.

The idea of having caught one of the school's most prudish teachers arouses you immensely, and witnessing her submissiveness during sex has made her a particularly enticing prospect. Given Mrs. Tang's marriage and her conservative Asian background, you have a good hunch that faced with your discovery, she would do anything to keep the scandal under wraps. You watch as Ms. Larson begins to smooth her dress over and make your escape before you risk getting noticed, failing to suppress a grin as you do so.

Standing from the stairwell, you gaze down the hallway like a polar bear waiting for its prey to surface, and soon enough Ms. Larson is the first to appear, casually exiting the meeting room and heading away from your direction towards the teachers' offices at the far end of the building. You can hear her humming a little tune to herself, an air of satisfaction hanging about her, and you swear you can see her perky behind give a sexy little bobble with each pace. Gently your cock nudges against your boxers at the alluring sight, but you remind yourself what you've decided on.

A good ten minutes later - which seems like forever as you linger in the empty stairwell - the meeting room door opens again, and Mrs. Tang walks out with trepidation in each of her steps. Quietly she closes the door behind her and begins making her way to the offices, but unlike Ms. Larson her gait is slightly unsteady, and she almost looks ready to trip over her high heels. Either Mrs. Tang is inexperienced with intercourse or Ms. Larson is really, really good with sex - or both. Just before she can round the corner you opt to make your move, calling out to her.

"Mrs. Tang!"

At your unexpected beckoning your teacher gives a surprised squeal, and you hear a clatter as Mrs. Tang's glasses fall from her face. Despite her best efforts, you notice her hair looking slightly disheveled as you approach her; she's much more shaken than you previously thought. Retrieving her fallen spectacles, Mrs. Tang replaces them and briefly brushes her hair back before turning to face you; a glimpse of fleeting panic in her expression before she resumes her usual irritable frown. "Is there something you wanted, Mr. Doe? Why are you in school at this hour?"