An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to gene...ate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious. My mind was running wild and I could not wait any longer to be with my handsome teacher. The bell rang and after packing my bag I stood up and made my way to Mr Watson's class. "Afternoon sir," I greeted Mr Watson, as another Teacher was in the class with him."Afternoon Stacey, have a seat and then open you book on page 69." He replied. Ironically page 69 was the page of Monday's lesson. The two teachers spoke for a few minutes, as I sat there with a very wet pussy. The other teacher eventually. The tip of it popped inside and with a groan of pure lust she pushed back against my delicious, throbbing cock. I myself was throbbing, aching to touch myself, loving the pure sensation coursing through me as the vibrating seat did its work. I couldn't take it anymore.I "sleepily" grabbed for the cheap blankets they give you on long bus rides, and covered myself up. The second my crotch was out of sight I made quite a fuss of "getting comfortable" wherein I managed to hike my skirt up, raise my. .... One day the male staff were called into the catering managers office to be informed that the second chef had been fired for the persistent sexual harassment of a waitress, and that we'd all be given our marching orders if this sort of behavior didn't stop, adding, as a joke, "if you feel the need to touch an arse, do it amongst yourselves lads". And so it became a running joke, every time you'd bump into a male colleague you'd squeeze their arse or cup their genitals and there'd be talk of.