Sierra was very much into fetishes and the kink lifestyle. She had a secret collection in her bedroom of toys and clothes that might make even her mot...er blush, if she were ever to find them. Emily had never specifically named Mister Ted, but Sierra knew she had a thing for him, much more than any of the other girls. She saw the way Emily watched him when he came into the church auditorium, never taking her eyes off him. As Emily texted with her free hand, she shifted in bed, causing the fabric. Mr. Jensen even bought me dinner, compliments of the oil company. So here, we go again, time to go home.“I am ready for takeoff, you ready?” she asked as she turned to face Mr. Jensen. His face looked ashen and drained. His shoulders seemed to sag.“You OK sir? You look ill.”“Just a touch of indigestion, Julie,” he responded. “Must have been something I ate? I have had it a couple times during the last week or so. I guess I will need to see the doctor. Just been busy... “Yes, I’m ready. Let’s. I dragged my nails in light circles over his chest as I bit playfully at his nipples, flicking my tongue over the hardening flesh. He moaned plaintively at me when I stopped, craning up to see me as I slunk down the length of his body. I pushed him down silently, as I searched through the pockets of his jeans, fishing out his box of mints. Popping one in my mouth, I quickly divested him of all his clothes, freeing his thick, straining erection. The sight of his engorged flesh was too much for. It's one thing to be emotionally vulnerable and sexually stupid to you. I barely even know your little sister, and I don't even remember the name of the little punk who shot ropes of messy male "stuff" all over my darned white school girl blouse and jumper! He made a terrible mess! Lynn, honey... I'm frightened! I'm supposed to be a trained teacher and responsible adult here, and I DO care about my job and students, but you'd never know that watching me getting rug burns on my knees last Sunday.