"What do you think you're doing?"

“What do you think you’re doing?’ Ms. Tyler whispers, her eyes locked on mine. I say nothing as my fingers continue to travel up her thigh. I grin as they pass over the frilly top of her stocking, and pass across her garter belt. As my hand reaches the edge of her silken panties, she slaps her hand down on top mine, pressing it against the warm flesh of her thigh between her panties and the top of her stocking.

“Dwayne, we’re supposed to be talking about Ms. Johansson’s visit, and doing good things for the school. You’re not supposed to be groping your advisor!” Her breath felt hot on my face, and her full red lips were slightly parted, her straight white teeth visible beneath.

Taking my other hand, I push her legs apart, and a startled expression crosses her face. In less than a minute the hand has duplicated what the other had done just minutes before.

“You want to keep me happy, right Ms. Tyler...” I reply, and she nods, a strand of raven black hair falling loosely in front of her face. “Make me happy, and we’ll talk about Scarlett Johansson’s pussy later.” I take a hold of Ms. Tyler’s panties on either side of her slim waist...