Miss Long had a parent conference.

As Principal Keith headed out Miss Long's door ecstatic to have his own fuck toy at work Miss Long checked her clock and remembered that she had a parent-teacher conference soon. She gathered her notes and touched up her make-up while waiting for the intercom.

"Miss Long?" the voice of Sheryl, the school secretary, rang out over the intercom.

"Yes ma'am?" Miss Long yelled at the antiquated intercom system.

"You have a parent here to see you."

"Yes," Miss Long said "Go ahead and send them on down."

"Alright--He is on his way." the voice ended in a static filled decrescendo.

Despite Miss Long's tenure she still hated parent conferences. At this age, it was especially hopeless she often though. Mr. Miller's son Alex had always been defiant and generally a class disturbance day in and day out. Miss Long was glad, however, that Mr. Miller was willing to come and talk about the issues she had with his son.

Miss Long greeted Mr. Miller at her door.

"I'm Miss Long." she extended her hand which he took.

"Todd Miller," he took her hand and shook it "nice to meet you."

"Please come in and take a seat." Miss Long ushered Mr. Miller in her classroom. Mr. Miller was an middle aged man with short brown hair graying but cut in a neat and professional trend. He was a businessman and wore a tie and slacks. Miss Long suspected that Alex's problems came from poor parenting, maybe Mr. Miller was never at home, maybe Mr. Miller was just a shit parent.

Miss Long couldn't help notice Mr. Miller's surprise to see her. He had expected some old witch. He gratefully watched Miss Long cross to her desk and sit down.

"So," Miss Long began "Mr. Miller, I am afraid that Alex has been having some problems in class. He is often very disruptive and because of that his grades have been hurt."

"Well I know his grades have been hurting because you put him in ISS a few times." Mr. Miller said defensively.

"Ah yes--Well In School Suspension is part of the disciplinary actions here." Miss Long said firmly, with the resolve of a veteran teacher. She had seen plenty of bratty kids whose wealthy parents had pitched enough fits to get their way.

"I am sorry that my son has been misbehaving Miss Long, but I am just not sure what will fix the problem." He said almost remorsefully.

"Well I think talking with him and letting him know that poor grades could affect his college choice might be a good first step." Miss Long feigned compassion, Alex was a shit head and would always be one.

"Ha I just wish Alex had that new disease going around." he laughed to himself "Maybe then I could get his lazy ass doing some work around the house."

"What disease?" Miss Long asked, taken a bit aback that a father would wish harm on his son, even jokingly.

"That ummm gullibility thing A...S...oh I can't remember." He said the words on the tip of his tongue.

"AGS! Absolute Gullibility Syndrome." Miss Long said.

"Yeah that's it!" he snapped his finger.

"Yeah you don't want him to have that, I know first hand its pretty scary." Miss Long looked down at her desk for a moment.

"Oh. I am sorry." Mr. Miller said "You know someone who has it?"

"I am afraid I have AGS Mr. Miller." Miss Long said trying to be resolute, holding her chin up high.

"Oh really?" Mr. Miller paused for a second a puzzled look on his face as he took a long moment to think.

"Yup. Just recently diagnosed." Miss Long sighed.

"So you are giving my son an A in your class?" Mr. Miller said quickly.

"Ummm what?" Miss Long asked confused slightly.

"You remember that extra credit project he completed? You said it would give him an A+ in your class." Mr. Miller insisted.

"Hmmm I guess that is right. Yeah he does have an A in here. But his behavior is still kind of ba-"

"Stand up and turn around 3 times!" Mr. Miller cut her off.

"But why Mr. Miller?" Miss Long said as she instinctively laid down her pen and paper

"Hurry! Around 3 times!" He talked excitedly.

Miss Long complied and quickly stood to her feet and spun around 3 times.

"Oh my god." Mr. Miller said "You really do have AGS."

"Of course I do Mr. Miller, I wouldn't lie about that." Miss Long said, almost hurt by his lack of trust in her.

"Miss Long I am afraid that I need you to take off all your clothes. I am a doctor and need to check if your condition has spread."

"I thought you worked downtown at the bank?" Miss Long inquired.

"I do," Mr. Miller fumbled a bit "but...I...I...volunteer at a women's clinic on weekends."

"Oh that makes sense." Miss Long said as she unbuttoned her blouse.

Mr. Miller couldn't believe his eyes as she undid her bra and he saw her perky tits. He couldn't blame his son for acting out in class. Miss Long was a stunner. He smiled as she slipped out of her skirt and slid her panties down. Her shaved pussy reminded him of how kinky his wife used to be when they first married. She had let herself go, but he could stare at Miss Long's snatch all day.

Now that he knew Miss Long really did have AGS he was going to be sure to take advantage of the situation. But how?