Veronica to the Rescue

"Well, well," Sam heard a familiar voice behind him, followed shortly by a pair of very large breasts crushing against his back. "If it isn't my fresh-faced fuckboy."

He turned his head and realized it was his curvy Milf counselor, Veronica, who had proceeded to reach around start messaging his cock through his shorts.

"How's your first day going?" she whispered in his ear. "You haven't felt the need to do anything... dirty, have you?"

"Uhhh..." he tried to explain the situation, but he was a bit distracted by Veronica's writhing body pressing up against his back, and her hand dancing around and over thickening tubesteak. "I'm supposed to go to Arts and Crafts, but I don't know how to get there."

"Gosh Sam," she said as she unzipped his shorts. "That sounds stressful. Stress is bad for big cocks. Bad for your therapy. When you stress out like this, the best thing to do find a safe way to take care of it."

Veronica reached into his pants and started jiggling his balls.

"Ooooooh," she let the word linger and blew into his ear. "Fuck. Your balls are already heavy again. I think you need some emergency tit-massage therapy to drain them. Why don't you come with me and we'll make sure you don't do anything you'd regret."