Leah Jerks Principal Howard's Cock in the Library (Tenure: +10 Suspicion: +5)

Hmmmm I guess can return the favor. She thought.

Principal Howard had just pleased her. She gave him a snide look that said "this better be worth it." She also knew that while she held Mr. Howard's cock in her hand--he held her tenure in his hand.

So she obliged him and began to stroke his cock with her hand. Luckily he was already hard. That sicko. She jerked him slowly--mostly to avoid drawing any attention to herself with her odd movements of her arm--hand unseen. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist too much pondering to figure out something might be amiss. So Leah took her time, stroking his shaft, caressing his balls, taking a break to "write" a note on her notepad. Then she would slip her hand back under the table and continue her work. She kept him on edge. Leah could tell Principal Howard was enjoying himself as she sat there, her soft hands dancing along his manhood.

He was getting worked up as he shifted his position or tapped on the desk to resist. It was a long meeting and Leah's hands caressed and teased him. Leah even pretended to cough into her hand and actually spit, so when her hand next touched Mr. Howard's cock it was well lubricated--for some spit. He shuttered at the surprise and she could tell after focusing on his now wet head that he would reach his climax soon. Then she realized....she was in the library. It wasn't like his cum would just--not happen. She couldn't get down on her knees and suck him off--there were people right at their table. It was amazing that no one had taken too much of an interest in her and Principal's strange gyrations as they sat.

If she stopped now--Principal Howard would undoubtedly be pissed. Any man getting that close to the edge would be--unless it was all part of teasing act. But Leah didn't intend to do anything for Mr. Howard later--she just wanted to leave.

If she didn't stop--it would be a mess. And hard to explain. What if Mr. Howard moaned too much or shot jizz across the table or somewhere randomly. She could try to direct his flow under the table but still...

This was a terrible idea. What the fuck was I thinking!? She groaned inside.