“Not so fast young man, I want a word with you in private.” I knew she had caught me taking an eyeful of her thigh and stocking tops, and I probab...y hadn’t been too discrete about looking at her cleavage as well. She took hold of my tie and led me towards her room, then pushed me through the door in front of her. I knew I was in trouble. “Now young man, you have spent this evening trying to see up my skirt or look down blouse. Now it’s very rude…” I started to stutter an apology, but she. The naked women and their beautiful breasts aroused her, ‘this is wrong, it is a sin to feel this way about women’ she told herself trying to look away, but she couldn’t help it. Finally she threw the magazine down walked out of the room and took a shower. It didn’t matter how hard she tried she couldn’t stop thinking about the women in the magazine. To give herself and other people the illusion that she wasn’t a lesbian she would often surround herself with boys, go out on a lot of dates. She smelled amazing. I could feel her bra strap under her top and my cock threatened to burst out."Mmmm, oh that feels good. You're in the wrong line of work!"I laughed, only half listening to what she was saying. I worked my way down to the middle to her back and leant in to kiss the back of her neck.She didn't stop me.My heart racing, I continued to massage her back. I found the bra clip, unhooked it and went down further. As I approached the bottom of her top, she lifted her arms and I. My thoughts darkened dangerously, knowing all too well the most successful and powerful often welcomed their own submission. My eyes darted about the library, aching to find something, anything, that could be used to complete her desecration. A roll of book binding tape caught my eye, then a basket filled with canvas book bags.“Don’t move,” I commanded.Deftly I pulled books off her shelves, filling bag after bag. I placed several large tomes beneath each foot, leaving her peach shaped ass.