Its part of the dream.

“What do you two think you’re doing in here, this is a school, not a brothel! Now get up this instant!” Ms. McKenzie says as she shuts the door behind her, and unlike you and Ellen locks it.

You and Ellen stand. And Ellen tries desperately to cover her naked body with her hands. Her right arm pressed firmly over her breasts, and one hand thrust down between her legs trying to cover her sex. Curly blonde hairs peak out from under Ellen’s hand, and her upper body and the cheek of her face are a light scarlet from her humiliating situation.

“I’m so sorry, Ms. McKenzie. Please don’t tell my parents, they’d kill me” she cries.

Ms. McKenzie is a well built woman in her late twenties. She wears a small amount of make up just a little blush, eye shadow, and a bit of mascara. Her breasts are of medium size, but even so, seem to strain th buttons of her plain white cotton blouse. She’s a brunette with her dark brown hair pinned up in a bun on the back of her head.

“I’m not going to tell anyone Ellen, " Ms. McKenzie says as she kicks off her black mules. “Because if you don’t want me to call them, you and your boyfriend are going to do anything I want, right?”

Ellen raises her gaze from the floor to the teacher’s, her face the very picture of shock and surprise. Ms. McKenzie smiles, and unzips the side of her grey wool skirt and it slides down her nylon covered legs, and drops to the floor at her feet. This is a great dream. Hopefully the dream version of Ellen won’t do anything that might ruin it.