The student

Sam Bennett walked into the office and closed the door behind him. Standing in front of the desk was Miss Patriot. His eyes instantly locked onto her. She was standing with her side facing him. He could see the shape of her large breasts underneath the white satin bra, and the curve of her hips and ass under her blue thong with the white stars. She had an incredible body.

“Please sit.” Miss Patriot said, gesturing to the chair.

The heroine stood and faced Sam as he sat down. She had her feet shoulder width apart and her hands on her hips. She saw that Sam took out a silver pendant on a chain and started moving it back and forth. Miss Patriot tried not to focus on the pendant, she tried to look at the student, but her eyes kept going back to the pendant.

“You are Sam Bennett?” Miss Patriot asked.

“Yes I am.” Sam replied.

“Do you know anything about the jewelry store that was robbed last night?” Miss Patriot asked, her eyes following the pendant.

“Yes I do.” Sam saw the heroine’s eyes following the pendant. Her eyelids looked heavy. “Miss Patriot, you are mine now, you understand?”

“Yes….” Miss Patriot replied, still following the pendant.

“Good.” Sam said. “Your mind and body are now mine……. Come here Miss Patriot.”

The heroine obeyed, walking over to where Sam was sitting. She walked right up to him. Miss Patriot then felt the student’s hands on her body. She watched as Sam reached up and rubbed his hands over her breasts, caressing them through the white satin fabric of her bra. Her nipples got erect as his hands brushed over them. Miss Patriot held her breath as Sam ran his hands down over her toned stomach. And as his fingertips brushed along the waistband of her small g-string.

Sam ran his hands along the top of Miss Patriot’s g-string. Watching how the heroine’s breath became ragged. Sam’s hand slid down over Miss Patriot’s thighs, and between them, spreading the heroine’s legs slightly. He then ran his hand up over the crotch of the thong that covered Miss Patriot’s pussy. He ran his fingers over it, feeling the outline of Miss Patriot’s slit underneath. This slut was under his spell, Sam thought to himself.