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“What are you doing knocking on the door!” bellowed the man, whose face quickly turned from fury to a smirk as he realised who was stood before him.It was Mr Harrison. Physics was another subject she had little time for but ever since he had seen the girl having sex with Miss Driscoll on the school playground Mr Harrison certainly had developed an interest in her.“Ah hello Molly...” he said, placing his cup of coffee down on the table next to the door frame. “You look amazing today, very sexy indeed”.His admiring gaze flicked down her body, spending a little longer than was necessary looking down her open blouse as he licked his lips.“Erm. OK, thanks Sir ... but is Miss...”He interrupted her, ignoring one of the older female teachers as she slipped past, entering the room, dropping her books on the sofa before slumping down with a sigh. He had spotted an opportunity.“Why don’t we go somewhere quiet? Just me and you? Surely your Dad’s not keeping your tight little body all to. Her hands were again at her side, so he grabbed her wrists and brought them back to his trousers, her fingers grabbing his cock once more. He swung his open hand and slapped her right breast, his fingertip hitting the flesh under her nipple, making it bounce on her chest."Don't slap them, please," she begged as his hand slapped her other breast, both of them turning pink. She felt them bounce up and down, humiliated as he played with them like they were toys. She cried out when his finger snapped her hard nipples, the pain shooting through her.He appreciated the sight of her breasts, a slight pink from the slaps, her nipples poking out, swollen from his fingertips. Her nipples pointed, begging to be abused. He slid his hand down, sensing her pull in her tight stomach as he moved to the snap on her jeans.She felt his hands on her jeans, looked down, his hands unsnapping them, one hand slowly lowering the zipper. It sounded so loud as it moved downward, her white cotton panties.
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