A Call From the Dean

After leaving the Salon, Diana went shopping. She wanted to get some shorter, tighter skirts and dresses for class. Her phone rang. It was Dean Urquart. "Hello Dean, what's up?"

"Dr. Thompson, it has come to my attention, you did not show up for your 10 am class. Is this true?"

"Oh my god, I like totally forgot, but I did get a great new hair color. You like want me to send you a photo?"

"Look, Dr. Thompson, I don't know what's gotten into you, but I expect more professional behavior from you."

"Fine, you big ol' party pooper," said Diana. "I'll be a lame ol' boring teacher like you." She hung up.

A couple of hours later, Diana was back in her apartment modeling her new clothes. She had on a tight red dress that showed generous cleavage and came down to her mid-thigh. She twirled around on a pair of red shoes with four-inch heels. She then took off her dress, revealing some skimp red lace panties she bought then pulled them off. She reached into a bag and pulled out a large purple dildo she had purchased from a sex shop.

For the next half an hour, Diana lay on her bed fucking herself with the dildo. She brought herself to orgasm three times. She got up and showered. It was 4 pm when she finished drying off.