deeperinmypower: hypnoswriter:I had come in to meet my son’s teacher after he had gotten in

deeperinmypower: hypnoswriter: I had come in to meet my son’s teacher after he had gotten in trouble in class. I hadn’t expected her to be so hot, or to immediately start talking about how my son had told her that I was rich. I was sending my son to public school so he didn’t grow up spoiled and elitist and to hear that he was bragging about how much money we had was disappointing. “Don’t worry,” she said waving a hand in front of my face, “He only told me and it was after we talked for a long time.” I noticed her cleavage, because how could I not. I tried not to stare and rather look into her eyes. The hand that she had waved in front of my face went to her body, a finger tracing a path down her neck to between her breasts. My gaze followed the motion and then I dragged my eyes back up. She smirked, “Such a gentleman. That’s okay. You can look deep into my eyes, to prevent you from looking at my tits. Your son prefers to stare at my chest, he’s such a teenager. You can resist that though, you’re so much better. You can just look deeper into my eyes and resist the temptation to look down. Down.” I focused on her eyes, worried that I was blushing after she said tits and confused by the way this conversation was going. She was right. I couldn’t look down. I must not look down. “Down.” My eyes blinked suddenly heavy. Had she said down again or was that me? I felt my jaw hang open. My body relax. “Down.” My eyes flickered closed then open. My gaze shifted down to her breasts. To the valley of cleavage. I felt my cock harden and my mind go soft. Her voice guided me. Down. Mmmm… Miss Wright can be so persuasive when she wants something… -- source link
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