She does

"Get your hands off me!" she barks, trying to pull out of your grasp. Your strength, conditioned by your time as a labourer, is far too much for her and you easily keep your grip on her arm and pull her towards the door.

"I mean it! I'll get you fired! Let me go!" she squeals, trying to dig her heels in, as you drag her across the floor.

"Maybe you will," you answer calmly. "We can see about that after we discuss what you were doing with the headmistress."

You pull her into the hallway, suddenly remembering you don't know where the headmistresses office is. You turn to see the other three girls have followed you out of the classroom, their faces looking uncertain and intimidated. You nod at the most frightened looking of them, a petite blonde girl who you realise was the one on her knees gobbling pussy.

"You. What's your name?"

"Um...Emily...."

"Very well Emily, lead the way to Ms. Naylor's office." She nods, biting her lip and steps in front of you, pointing back down the hallway towards the rotunda.

"Let me go!" the brunette squawks at you, once again struggling to pull away as you pull her along . "Get your hands off me you drunken pervert. Help! Help! ****!" she starts to scream. Emily turns and looks back in alarm and surprise then turns forward and keeps leading the way.

Your captive continues to scream for help as you reach the rotunda. Ahead of you a door opens and a severely dressed woman steps into the hallway, her hands on her hips. Her face is stern and angry, but as you get closer you can see a puzzled frown on her face as well.

"Exactly what is going on here?" she demands in an icy tone as she steps toward you.