How can we make it work?

"How would we get that past your father, you sexy little slut?"

Nicole whimpered, realizing that Mark, her tutor, was more than willing to fulfill her fantasies. "You hold a phone to my face while you're fucking me from behind, holding my arms behind my back at the wrists and I tell him that I'm having car trouble and you were nice enough to let me use your phone." She gasped as his hand found her breast through her blouse and squeezed hard. "I'd be trying not to moan to him while you **** my useless slut ass. I'd lie and tell him that your parents were watching us just as your friends came in and you ALL used my body..." She pulled away from his hand, gasping at the pressure on her breast and panted softly, staring Mark right in the eye. She reached out again to stroke the bulge his cock was making against his conservative pants. "But you, my sexy pervert teacher... You would get my cherry..." She stood and pressed her chest against his and growled into his ear. "But I wouldn't give it to you... you'd have to TAKE it from me!"