Ms Hill

Sammy spotted her English IV teacher, Ms Rebecca Hill. Ms. Hill was in her early forties, divorced with no children. She was a very prim and proper teacher, devoid of humor, and very strict. She was attractive with thick dark brown hair she always wore in a bun or pinned up. She normally wore conservative skirt and slacks with matching blazers in the fall and winter, and just long sleeve blouses when it was warm.

Ms Hill had been walking from the teacher's parking lot to the side entrance of the school where a group of students had gathered to chat before the first bell rang when Sammy had stopped time. Today Ms Hill wore a pair of dark gray slacks and blue blouse. He hair was pulled back into a tight bun.

Sammy walked over to Ms Hill, the frozen figure was wearing the normal frown. She was still getting used to time being stopped and the eerie silence. She waved her hand in front of Ms. Hill's face, but Ms Hill stayed frozen. Sammy reached up and pulled a few strands of hair loose, so they stuck up on top of the teacher's head. She then lifted Ms Hill up and left her suspended a foot off of the ground. She removed the teacher's gray flats then undid the slacks and removed them.

Sammy shook her head at the boring lavender cotton panties the teacher wore. She yanked them up Ms Hill's ass crack then tucked her blouse into the them. Sammy put Ms Hill's slacks on backwards, buttoned them, but left the fly wide open. She then put the teacher's shoes back on and set her back down.