Getting her to leave

"I'll be careful Mr. Carter," Grace murmurs, biting her lip as she looks at your flaccid cock. "I promise I will." Part of you doubts that the smitten redhead has the ability to be careful, but you'll take her assurance for now. You get up and straighten your clothes, gesturing at Grace.

"You need to get dressed and leave," you tell her. "And for God's sake don't look sneaky. Look like you had every right to be here. If anyone asks you came to ask about the curriculum. Got it?"

She nods, sliding off the bed and pulling her panties back on, then giving you a coquettish smile.

"I feel so happy after you fuck me Mr. Carter. I love feeling like I'm full of your come. Like I'm your little schoogirl slut."

"Grace, that's enough. We don't have time for more right now."

"I know Mr. Carter, but I do love it. I love it so much!" She presses herself against you and kisses you fiercely before letting you lead her out of the room. At the front door she melts into your arms again, purring as she kisses you, then pulls away with wild and wanton eyes.

"Next time I want you in my ass Mr. Carter. You can butter me like you did before. I want to feel like that again, please Mr. Carter."

"Very well Grace," you say, putting a hand on the small of her back to ease her towards the door you open with the other hand.

As the door opens both of you stop in surprise, shocked to see someone standing there, their hand raised to knock.