This would be better if you were the teacher.

You wish that you were the teacher and Lindsay was one of your students. Suddenly you're sitting in the teacher's chair, wearing the kind of cheap tie and dress shirt that teachers wear. Everything else is the same. The students are still drinking and Lindsay is standing in front of your desk expectantly.

"A freckle hunt?" you say. "Are you trying to imply something, Miss Lohan?"

"I might be, sir." She packs an incredible amount of meaning into the word 'sir,' throwing in a sexy wink too. "Did I ever tell you that you're my favorite teacher?"

"No, I don't believe you've mentioned it," you say. "You've never done anything in class to indicate that."

Lindsay leans forward, giving you a great view down her low cut top. She smiles as you openly stare at her large, exposed breasts. Both of you stay silent as you enjoy the view and she enjoys the attention. The stunning redhead finally breaks the silence.

"Well, maybe I should do more to show you how much I appreciate you. You really are a great teacher. Plus, you're really hot."

Lindsay's lips part, hanging open invitingly. It's like she's silently begging you to put your tongue, your cock, put something in between those perfect lips.

"I'm glad you think so," you say. "However, I think your performance in the class is what we should talk about."

"Oh?" says Lindsay, batting her long, dark eyelashes at you.