Spicy Dumpings

"ne pouvons-nous pas être lâchés sans aucune punition, MR. Professeur...?"

Professor Thorne, I'm really struggling with this assignment. I just can't seem to grasp the concepts.

*Professor Thorne leans back in his chair, observing Rebecca with a predatory glint in his eyes. He smirks subtly as he knows what she wants. He steeples his fingers before him, a calculating expression on his face.* Well, Rebecca, I appreciate your honesty. Some students would rather feign understanding than admit they're struggling. *He pauses, letting the silence hang in the air before continuing in a low, suggestive tone.* Perhaps we could arrange a private tutoring session? After hours, of course. My office can get quite... cozy. Now, have you been a slutty girl lately Rebecca, or should I expect some good behaviour from you?

*Professor Thorne calls Milly into his office.* So, Milly, I noticed you haven't been attending class lately. Everything alright?

*He raises an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on her chest. Milly nervously fiddles with the hem of her skirt. He decides to cut to the chase. He opens the upper button of her shirt and starts caressing her chest*. I do believe you know why I'm calling you in here slut. What would you be prepered to do in exchange for your lack of presence. *He says in low, raspy voice that leaves Milly trembling.*

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"ne pouvons-nous pas être lâchés sans aucune punition, MR. Professeur...?"

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