She reaches for your dick

"Is there another way a bad man like you might punish a teasing school girl?" Gabrielle asks softly as her hand strokes your prick through the fabric of your pants. "I would do anything so you will not spank my derriere." The bulge in your khakis swells and you hear this pretty French girl coo in pleasure as she traces the outline of the hard lump. "Oh M'sieur! C'est tres grande!" She looks up at you with wide-eyed excitement, "Do you understand my words M'sieur 'awkfeather, so big for a petite girl like poor Gabriel." Your conversation with Senator Williams looms large in your thoughts. This is it, this is exactly what he predicted would happen, and according to the Senator at least, none of the board would care. Gabrielle continues to stroke you through the material as her lips pucker in a pretend kiss.

"Oh Fuck, Miss Duplessis," you warn the sexy brunette, "I hope you know what you are doing." You cover her small hand with your much larger one and press her palm hard against the throbbing member. You refuse to think about the formidable Ms. Naylor would say if she knew what you were doing.

"It does not matter what I know, M'sieur, non?" Gabrielle breathes softly "You are punishing me for my wicked teasing, you can do what you like."

"And when I am done punishing you, Mademoiselle," you ask, making sure she knows this is a one-time thing, "you will walk away and the matter ends?" With Gabrielle's silent nod you pull her to your mouth and kiss her pink lips. God she tastes good! It has been several weeks since your last hook-up in a bar outside DC, and that 40 year old divorcee was nothing at all like this sexy young student. As you explore her mouth you release Gabrielle's hand and start working the buttons on her blouse free with an urgency that is unusual for you.

Gabrielle is not idle as you work, her hands pull at your belt as you finish unbuttoning her top. Opening the blouse allows you to see every inch of her marvelous tits. They looked remarkably similar to the iced cupcakes in the box. Perhaps a little larger, and her nipples sit a little higher, but the same creamy smoothness and dark and swollen nipples, but as good as her tits look it is her soft hands fishing out your stiff cock that captures your attention.

"Perhaps, M'sieur, I can apologize with my hands?" She asks as she bites her lip shyly, "I could kneel at your feet and stroke you like I do for my boyfriend." The idea of Miss DuPlessis worshiping at your feet is almost impossible to resist, it would be so wrong but so fucking hot! Gabrielle misinterprets your hesitation and ups the ante, "Non, M'sieur 'awkfeather, you are not a boy like my Phillipe, but maybe if I use my mouth on your coq?" She licks her lips provocatively, "would you like to put your cream on my cupcakes?"