back to school

"Yes, I think you'd be far more comfortable without those pants on. They look itchy, and it's OK for you to just be in your bra and panties," says Jackson.

"Oh, you ARE right," says Kim. She rubs her thighs through the fabric of her cotton slacks. She then kicks off her sandals and undoes her pants. She takes them off and folds them before putting them under the counter and putting her sandals back on.

"You should wear thongs to work," says Jackson noticing her plain, white Haynes cotton panties, "or something silk or satin, but for now, just wedge those panties up your butt crack so they look like a thong."

"Yes, you are so right!" said Kim as she gave herself a wedgie.

"Oh, and one last thing, always talk like a dimwitted bimbo, so your customers will feel smarter and want to buy more."

"Oh, like that is sooo true, like totally!" said Kim.

Jackson laughed and grabbed a Yahoo out of the cooler. "Buy this for me. You owe me for all the good advice."

"Oh for sure!" said Kim.

Jackson walked out. He crossed the street to the school. Classes had already started. He went to the office and had no trouble getting a visitors pass. He then headed to Ms. Downing's classroom.

Ms. Downing was a total MILF. She was tall, with long legs, a round, spankable butt, curvy hips, and perky B cups. She always wore her thick black hair in a bun and plain, but expensive and neat and trim pant suits. Rumor had it that she wanted to be a college professor but had run out of money for further schooling and was in deep credit card debt and couldn't handle any more student loans, so she became a high school teacher and hated it. She was an ice queen who was sarcastic and a strict disciplinarian.

Jackson walked right into her class as she was finishing up taking role.

"Mr. Jones," she said coldly. "Who gave you permission to barge in here?"

Jackson sent the thought that she had agreed he could watch her class for a college class he was taking, and she was OK with it.

"Oh, yes, you're here to observe. Well take a seat in the back."

"Thank you," said Jackson. He took a seat in the back.

As Ms. Downing started the lesson on the Holy Roman Empire, Jackson started to put thoughts in her head that her pussy and anus really itched. He really enjoyed watching the prim and propper Ms. Downing squirm a bit on her stool. He made her think the itches were not only getting worse, but thoughts in her head that she was contemplating two male students fucking her at once. She blushed and had clear her throat as she tried her best to maintain her composure.

As Jackson watched, he commanded Ms. Downing to let her hair down out of its bun and shake it around then put the thought in her head that she could rub her ass on her stool stop the itch, and the students would not notice. He tried not laught out loud as she did so.