Emily sat nervously in her desk, staring at the cell phone notification that read: "Meet me after school". The message was from her history teacher, Professor Jacobs. She bit her lip, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. If anyone found out about this, it would ruin her reputation forever. But the thought of pleasuring the older man was too tempting to resist.
After school ended, Emily rushed to the parking lot, where Professor Jacobs was waiting for her in his car. He motioned for her to get in and she did, feeling anxious and aroused. "I hope you know what you're doing, Miss Taylor," he said, his voice low and seductive. She nodded, unable to speak, her fingers tracing the hem of her plaid skirt nervously.
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