Somehow, no...

William sat frozen while Ms. Dalton, breasts firmly within her bra, marched over to his desk and crossed her arms. Too scared and confused to calculate just how fucked he should have been, he didn't even think to take his hand out of his pants, where his erection throbbed nervously against his fingers.

"William..." the TA shook her head gently, "Staring at cleavage is one thing, but masturbating in the middle of the classroom is another entirely. How can you expect to get yourself off when you're all cooped up in those jeans?!?"

She's okay with this too?

The brunette butted in over Ms. Dalton's shoulder, "He started after your nipple slipped out. You're just so hot he couldn't help himself, probably."

"Is that right, William? You just had to touch yourself at the sight of my nipple? Would you like to see it again? I'll gladly remove my bra for you!"

Hold on... Five seconds ago, she seemed mortified by momentarily exposing one nipple. Now she's cheerily offering to go completely topless? Just because she thinks I might want her to... And she took off her top because she thought I wanted to look at her cleavage... It's almost like she'll do whatever she can to please me...

Suddenly, Ms. Dalton came crashing through William's train of thought like a sexy blonde Kool-Aid man by quickly and coolly slipping out of her bra and letting tanned b-cups jiggle to a rest against her ribs. Apparently, she got tired of waiting for an answer and decided to err on the side of nudity.

"Enjoy the view, William? Feel free to masturbate to them if you like, but you'd better do it outside of your blue jeans! It's for your own good, okay?"

William's head nodded itself, but his eyes and mind never left Ms. Dalton's beautiful, perky breasts. He wanted to touch them. He wanted to taste them. He wanted to fuck them and cover them in his cum.

And maybe... Just maybe... He could.