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Welcome to the world of Bailey Huntington.

You are now Bailey Huntington, all her sexual adventures are now yours.

Being a cheerleader you have the tendency to attract many attentions both from the guys and the girls in your college, especially since you're a freshman and very very attractive, with a body that can practically make almost every guys at the school drool over you, and all the girls to envy you.

It was in the afternoon, after you just finished cheer leading practice that the math teacher Mr. Mason called you to the math class room, when you got there, he was sitting at his desk with what obviously looked like test papers all over it, and he was holding a test paper in his hand, your test paper with a big red F on it.

You sighed when you saw your test paper, it looks like your going to take summer class again, and that sucks big cock, you meant it sucks big time of course.

"Come on in miss Bailey, and have a seat." He called you in and nodded his head to point a chair in front of his desk.

You nodded weakly and went inside after closing the door behind you, then sat on the chair, still wearing your cheer leading uniform, which is tight enough to accentuates your firm beautiful form on the important points of your body, such as the perfectly visible cleavage, and your seductive hips and legs.

Mr. Mason seems to be indifferent about your outfit at first, but you noticed the facts that he kept sneaking glances at your cleavage.

"You were looking for me sir?" You asked him.

"Yes... I did... I wanted to talk to you about your grades..." He explained to me while showing my test paper with a big red F on it.

"This is not the first time you have an F on your math test paper, young lady... so, what are you going to do about this...? If this happens again then I have **** but to write this on the report that you fail math on your GPA." He continued.

"What...? Oh please Mr. Mason... please don't make me fail math... is there anything that I can do...? To make my grades better? I mean I'll do anything... but please don't make me fail on math... please..." You are genuinely worried about your math grades, since if your parents ever found out about it, they will definitely going to ground you for several months at least.

"Well if you don't want to fail... then... I will give you extra work for you and you have to finish it within this week... if you finish it with a good result I will give you extra credits to help your grades..." He explains to you, still sneaking glances at your fabulous cleavage.

"This week...?! Oh no... we're going to have the annual cheer leading competition this week... and I have to train or they will kick me out of the team... oh please... Mr. Mason can I finish it next week?" you pleaded to him.

"I'm sorry... but this week... and that's final... I understand that you have other responsibilities, but I want you to take this test more seriously..." He is adamant about this.

"Please... Mr. Mason... the cheer leading competition is really important to me... can't we... like... work something out here...? I mean... please... it's just one more week... I'll do anything..." You begged him and give him a pleading look with your most adorable expression.