You keep watching

It's an entertaining fantasy, but the risks far outweigh any possible reward. You're not morally opposed to ****, frankly there isn't much that you're morally opposed to, but you prefer sex with less risk and more reward.

You keep watching and recording as Ms. Naylor keeps performing in front the mirror, each pose more sultry and sensuous than the last, looking as though she imagines herself a lingerie model in a men's magazine. You find yourself smiling as you watch her. She obviously immersed in some private fantasy and you start to think how you can take advantage of the knowledge and the video you're recording.

After a few more minutes the headmistress climbs onto her bed, stacking a few pillows behind her and picking up a book from her bedside table. You can't read the title, but from the picture on the cover it's some kind of romantic bodice ripper of the type you've often seen women reading. "Porn for bitches," one of your friends called them, and you smile again as you watch Ms. Naylor's free hand stroking her silk clad belly, creeping upwards toward her breasts.

A moment later and she is squeezing one of her prime tits, he fingers teasing over the lace covered nipple as a flush rises up her skin. She's obviously loving what she's reading, as her hand continues to play. You see her hips squirming slightly as she turns a page, her hand returning to her breast as she bites her lower lip. A moment later she scoops the breast out of the scanty confines of the teddy, rubbing her fingers over the stiff nipple. She gives a soft moan as she licks her fingers, then teases her nipple again with their wetness.

She abandons her nipples for a moment to turn another page, her hips squirming more obviously as her excitement grows. She teases her nipple again, then strokes her hand down her belly to her crotch, opening her thighs as she rubs herself through the fabric. She pops the crotch snaps of the teddy, exposing her flowering pussy, and tracing her fingers around the swollen and glistening lips. She's breathing deeply now, her ripe breasts quivering deliciously with each movement.

When she plunges a finger into her wetness she arches her back and groans softly, her eyes half closed as she still tries to read. She fingers herself slowly, pressing her finger deeper and teasing her clit with her thumb.

"Oh Yes!" she moans as she pushes a second finger into herself, her hips squirming and bucking gently in response. After a moment she drops the book, her hand scrabbling frantically at the drawer of her bedside table, opening it and pulling out a thick dildo. Even from distance you can see that it's moulded to be anatomically correct, although it's much larger than any normal man's cock. You hear a low hum as she flicks a switch to turn it on, then a panting moan as she teases her wet cunt with it.

She spreads her thighs, giving you an excellent view of her sodden pussy, then starts to ease the massive tool into herself. She's making whimpering noises that get higher and higher pitched as she impales her cunt, biting her lip as she looks down at the dildo penetrating her.

By the time she has it all the way in and starts to pump it in and out, her whining is so high pitched that if it gets higher only dogs will be able to hear it. She bends her knees and spreads her thighs wider as she fucks herself, her hips bucking up to meet the penetrating tool. From the glazed and wanton look on her face and the flush of arousal on her pale skin you know it won't be long until she comes.

You're not wrong. With a final squeal she arches her back and thrusts the dildo in deep, her legs trembling and her feet stamping on the bed as her spasms take her. Her hand is almost a blur as she thrusts the tool in and out of her wet cunt, her body shuddering in a paroxysm of ecstasy.

Finally, she's done. With contented moan she curls up in a fetal position, the dildo falling forgotten from her hand as she hugs her knees and rocks herself gently. You keep recording, smiling at the use you know you can make of this.