I’ve never considered myself the cheating type, but desperate times call for desperate measures when your roommate throws a class ten kegger the night before your geometry midterm. I didn't get in the amount of studying I had planned, and if it weren't for the fact that my hot as hell geometry teacher is a complete asshole, I wouldn’t even be in this situation... moreI’ve never considered myself the cheating type, but desperate times call for desperate measures when your roommate throws a class ten kegger the night before your geometry midterm. I didn't get in the amount of studying I had planned, and if it weren't for the fact that my hot as hell geometry teacher is a complete asshole, I wouldn’t even be in this situation. But here I am, on all fours, with the test answers in hand, hiding underneath his desk, praying to God that he doesn't sit down and catch me. You’d think a girl like me would be worrying about her future if she gets caught cheating, but as Professor Hanson sits down and his hand starts slowly rubbing the bulge in his tight jeans, I realize there's a lot more to him than I thought. ESPECIALLY when I hear him whisper MY name while touching himself. Now my future is the last thing on my mind. less
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