She is. And more than you expected.

You push any doubts of your intentions out of your mind as you approach your cottage. You abandoned your professional ethics the moment you thrust your cock into a student, you tell yourself, and you might as well reap the illicit rewards while you can. You have little doubt that your escapades will eventually be exposed, and since it seems that its only a matter of time before your career is in ruins once again, you decide to go out like a lion rather than a lamb.

Opening the door of your cottage you step in, surprised to find no sign of Margot in either the living or dining room. You call her name, but get no response. Wondering if she changed her mind or is playing some kind of teasing game you climb the stairs to your bedroom.

And there she is. Sprawled on her back on your bed. Her uniform jacket tossed on the floor, her blouse open the the waist to expose her lacy white bra and swelling breasts. Her wrists bound with your tie in a slip knot, stretched above her head. Her legs splayed, her skirt pulled to her hips to expose her naked pussy, her panties stuffed in her mouth as a gag, her eyes glittering with excitement.