The teacher

Miss Patriot decided to interview the teacher first. She doubted he was responsible but thought she would get it out of the way. The heroine stood and walked around the desk, and stood in front of it, waiting for the man to arrive. She stood with her legs spread shoulder width apart and her hands resting on her hips. After a few moments the door opened and an older man who was in his late 50s or early 60s entered. The man was a little taller than Miss Patriot and was balding with grey hair around his head. Miss Patriot gestured for the man to sit in the chair in front of her.

“You are Stephen Bowles?” The heroine asked.

“Yes, yes I am.” The man replied nervously, pushing up his glasses as he spoke.

“Do you know anything about what happened last night?” Miss Patriot asked, watching the man’s reaction.

“You mean the jewelry store robbery?” No, I don’t know anything about it.” The Stephen

“I never said anything about a jewelry store… but now that you mention it.” The heroine paused for a moment. “I found a school keychain there with the initials SB on it there. And I have discovered that you have one of these keychains. Do you still have yours?” Miss Patriot asked.

“Yes..yes I do.” Replied Stephen.

“May I see it?” Asked the heroine.

“Yes.” Stephen stood and reached into his pocket.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys which had a number of keychains. One of which was a small bottle like the ones used for pepper spray. Before the heroine could do anything, Stephen sprayed Miss Patriot with this. It released a gas which the heroine breathed in.

“Wha..what is that?” Miss Patriot coughed, trying to clear her lungs.

Stephen watched as the heroine staggered back against the desk. “It is my mind control gas. You will have to obey my commands. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” Miss Patriot replied, overcome by the gas.

“Good.” Stephen said as he sat. “Strip for me Miss Patriot.”

Stephen watched as the heroine stood in front of him and removed her satin white bra top, exposing her d cup tits and large nipples. Stephen smiled, feeling his erection growing in his pants as he watched. He saw Miss Patriot then hook her fingers under her blue thong with the white stars on it and pull it down, exposing her crotch. Miss Patriot had a sparse patch of short dark pubic hair covering her mound.

“Mmmmmm, very nice.” Stephen said. “Why don’t you turn around now.”

Miss Patriot did as Stephen instructed, turning around and letting her cape fall to the side, giving the man a good view of her firm round ass. Stephen stood and walked over to Miss Patriot and pushed the heroine so she was bent over the desk. He wrapped one of his hands around the heroine and fondled her breast, feeling the heroine’s nipple grow hard as he did. He ran his other hand over Miss Patriot’s firm asscheeks. This young heroine has a lovely body, Stephen thought to himself, and he wanted to fuck her. Only should he fuck her pussy or her ass?