Abbey shakes her head.

“No, I think we can have a lot of fun with this. Don’t you?” she asked.

George twitched within her, “You are going to offer yourself as an incentive to horny teenagers?”

She kissed him softly, “Don’t get your hopes up. If we plan this right then at most, they will be coping a feel.”

George chuckled and kissed her back, “And if we get it wrong?” he asked.

Abbey smiled back at him, “Well, if you are asking, will I fuck them?” she paused, “I don’t think it will come to that.”

He rolled her over and kissed her again, “But you didn’t say no,” he teased.

Abbey shrugged awkwardly from her back, “That would spoil the game, wouldn’t it?”

George moaned at her words, “Well, I guess I shouldn’t push too hard and just see what comes. Well, how about I take something out of the freezer for dinner, and we spend the night playing this out?”

“That sounds most lovely,” Abbey replied.

Abbey had a quick shower as George prepared dinner, each of them was thinking how far this could go, each of them hoping it would go further than they had just discussed.

Together that night, they drafted some incentive benchmarks for Abbey’s students. More and more revealing and sexy outfits until the height, 40 points above the baseline, where she would be naked to teach them.

“So,” George asked, “Should we put in some extra incentives?” he asked Abbey.

Abbey moaned quietly, “No, I think this will be fine. I’m sure they will enjoy the idea of their teacher teaching them naked.”

“And what about best performer rewards?” he asked her.

Abbey moaned again, “You mean like a most improved week-to-week gets a kiss or to grab my arse?” George nodded, “Well, how about I see if this is incentive enough? If not, maybe I can sweeten the pot.”

George laughed, “You really going to do this?” he asked, taking the tablet from her.

“I can see that hard-on you want me to,” she said.

George nodded as he typed in one last note. ‘Everyone graduates, private after party.”

Abbey laughed, “If you think I will get gang-banged on graduation night, I think you might be expecting a bit much.”

He shrugged, “Maybe not gang-banged, but maybe a graduation party at our place where you wear nothing at all and flirt horribly with all the young men.”

She laughed again, “You really are a dirty old man,” she mock accused him.