You don't get rid of her that easily

She makes a little pout of disappointment before rising off the couch with a single sinuous movement. Her satin gown falls to mid-thigh and it ripples intriguingly as she saunters towards you.

"You are such the brave protector, M'sieur. Charging to the rescue of silly girls in the middle of the night. Très courageux!" She stops in front of you, her pretty lips curved in a teasing smile. "You made my heart beat faster, to see you so bold and strong." She lowers her eyelashes, looking deliciously abashed and making your cock throb.

"You're making too much of a little thing, Miss Duplessis," you say, trying to keep you voice level. "You should go back to your room and go to bed."

"Oh M'sieur! Must you send poor Gabrielle away?" she asks softly as her hand reaches out and strokes your prick through the fabric of your pants. "I only wish to show my thanks for your courage. Even if you did not sample my gift." The bulge in your khakis swells even more and you hear this pretty French girl coo in pleasure as she traces the outline of the hard lump. "Oh M'sieur! C'est tres grande!" She looks up at you with wide-eyed excitement, "Do you understand me, M'sieur 'awkfeather, so big for a petite girl like poor Gabrielle."

Your conversation with Senator Williams looms large in your thoughts. This is it, this is exactly what he predicted would happen, and according to the Senator at least, none of the board would care. Part of you just wants her to leave so you can regain some control over your life, but the other part wants to through all caution to the wind and accept what Gabrielle is offering. The pretty brunette continues to stroke you through the material as her lips pucker in a pretend kiss.

"Oh Fuck, Miss Duplessis," you warn the sexy brunette, "I hope you know what you are doing." You cover her small hand with your much larger one and press her palm hard against the throbbing member. You refuse to think about the formidable Ms. Naylor would say if she knew what you were doing.

"It does not matter what I know, M'sieur, non?" Gabrielle breathes softly "I am naughty to do such wicked teasing. You can do what you like."

You pull her to your mouth and kiss her soft lips. God she tastes good! As you explore her mouth you release Gabrielle's hand and reach for her firm ass with an urgency that is unusual for you.

Gabrielle is not idle as your hands knead her buttocks. She pulls at your belt as you squeeze her firm young butt, but as good as her ass feels it is her soft hands fishing out your stiff cock that captures your attention.

"Perhaps, M'sieur, I can apologize with my hands?" She asks as she bites her lip shyly, "I could kneel at your feet and stroke you like I do for my boyfriend." The idea of Miss DuPlessis worshiping at your feet is almost impossible to resist, it would be so wrong but so fucking hot! Gabrielle misinterprets your hesitation and ups the ante, "Non, M'sieur 'awkfeather, you are not a boy like my Phillipe, but peut-etre if I use my mouth on your coq?" She licks her lips provocatively, "would you like Gabrielle to please you, mon professeur courageux?"