Sally isn't interested in talking

You had hoped that the walk from the cottages would give Sally a chance to cool down a little, but the look in her eyes when you turn back after making sure the door is firmly closed tells you immediately that she has not abandoned her aspirations.

"Sally." You begin as she stalks forward with her lower lip between her teeth. "Miss Mathewson." Your voice rises slightly, you don't want to attract any attention, but you have to put a stop to this now.

"Yes, Sir." She tugs at her paint-smeared top stretching it tightly against her tits, the sharp peaks of her nipples are threatening to tear through the shirt. "Should I lie down on the couch, or do you want me bent over that desk."

"Stop this. Please, Sally, I'm only human." You regret taking this job more than ever - never before have you ever felt so out of control.

"But I want it." She stammers, "I saw what that man was doing to Gracie, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to be fucked." She stresses the word, so you cannot mistake it for anything else. "You saw them Mr. Hawkfeather," Her hand reaches out and brushes the hard bulge in your pants, the soft touch sends fire through your body. "That's what I want." You want to push her away, but are powerless as her hand cups around the hard length of your manhood. "You want it too."

Almost like she knew what the Senator had told you about having students fall for you, this suddenly emboldened virgin assures you that she knows what you're thinking.

"I know you cannot love a school girl like me, but you can fuck me." She presses her firm breasts against you as her fingers squeeze your cock through the thin layer of cotton. "You can use me. Once, twice, however many times you like and then once you've made me do everything you want, you can send me away. You don't have to say a word."