Later that evening

You leave your teacher twitching on the desk and rush home, plugging the pad into your computer and linking it to your monitor, and to record onto your hard drive. You sit in your desk chair, hand already stroking your stiffening cock through your pants. You watch the camera on Mrs Taylor's garter as it points straight at her cunt, still, and groan as you see her sit down, probably in her car, and tease her pussy lips. It takes about a half hour for her to get home, and then the video shuts off to your disappointment, but the camera switches over to a plush looking bedroom 5 minutes later, with Mrs Taylor whispering into the mic from outside it's video range. "Your little fucktoy, doing as her Master commands." She steps into range of the camera and a moan escapes your lips. She's already stripped down and is holding two vibrators and a dildo.