It's up to Miss Testone.

John looks down at Renee, still on her knees in front of him with his shrinking cock in her hands. "It's OK with me, Renee, but you have to ask Miss Testone. I don't want her getting pissed off for telling you what we did."

"Technically, you didn't tell me. I pulled it out of you, which wasn't very hard, by the way." Renee replies with a devilish grin on her face. She gives John's dick one last kiss before standing up and putting her top back on.

"Well, I never could lie to you. But still, I think we should ask Miss Testone before the end of the day." John responds.

Renee sighs and shrugs her shoulders, which makes her tits bounce. "Fine, have it your way. How about we go to her class at lunch when only she will be there? I ate a big breakfast today anyways."

"Alright, lunchtime, it is."

"Don't be late sexy," Renee says. She pats John's cock before exiting the room.