Mrs Swanson was pacing the classroom examining everyone’s papers, leaning over occasionally and whispering to my fellow students. It was an incredibly hot day, humid and sticky, and much to my amusement, this was showing on my tutor too. Small patches of sweat had begun to form under her breasts, and I could only imagine that her panties must be soaked through too. I had taken a seat in the corner of the classroom, and Mrs Swanson made her way over to me, carrying her little red notebook, which perfectly matched the dark red of her blouse. “Good morning Nate.” She smiled at me, and I returned the grin. “Morning, Mrs Swanson. Warm today, isn’t it?”
“Far too warm to be cooped up in a classroom,” she agreed, whilst kneeling down to inspect my meager essay. As her eyes scanned the paper, I could feel my balls start to sag between my legs, causing my cock to fall with them. The soft material of my trousers teased the head as it fell, sending a little shiver down my spine. She looked up. “This is, um, workable, but Nate, if you want to pass, you’re going to need to tighten it up somewhat. It feels too unfocused, too loose.” *I bet you’re loose, aren’t you, you filthy slag…*