After the meeting, the principal stopped him, a hand on his shouder. "Job's yours," the smiling man said, "but we have to advertise both positions and...do interviews. Understand?" His outward manner said jovial, but almost no faculty member believed it. He was a petty tyrant with a few favorites.The teacher nodded, pushing aside a small doubt, sure there were better qualified men out there, phony interviews were common enough. In this school system few important jobs were ever advertised before. It hung there strangely, and I noticed it was a thong. I looked to my door and saw Ashley standing there grinning. I noticed that she wasn’t wearing pants. I followed the long line of her ivory thighs accentuated with sensual colors from her tattoos and realized she was wearing the panties I had stolen from Kelly. I felt my face flush as my gaze returned to her."I decided that I want to watch you just once. Call it payment for the panties."I was stunned but also rock hard as I looked back at. It stayed in the back of my mind but it'd be another five days before I got another shot at her pussy.Ann always seemed to have an excuse lately. The k**s were still awake, she was having cramps, she didn't feel fresh enough or the best one; "if you wait until tomorrow, I'll make it worth your while." Tomorrow it seems, never came.Which brings me to my second clue that something just wasn't right. With my wife being a teacher, I knew that every semester there was an open house and other things. I think you do this so gracefully, watching you undress makes my heart swell up in my chest, I feel such admiration for you, such longing to be your plaything, your pussy-girl. You follow this by slipping your tiny thong panties down your legs, and now I can see your cunt for the first time – the mound is quite prominent, and you keep yourself close-shaved so I can clearly see your cleft. However, it disappears from view the next second, as you buckle the dildo’s harness into place around.