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Every afternoon, she would walk just outside that line, and roll her skirt up six inches, to mid-thigh.

Her blouse would be unbuttoned in a similar fashion, until she looked more like a naughty stripper wearing a costume, than a student after class.

" "Oh, yes, SIR," she sneered, tugging at the pleats which miraculously reached further down her legs after the fact. " "Thank you, Miss Jones," I nodded, letting my eyes caress her chest lovingly.

"If I were to measure, your skirt," I levelled my gaze at her face, with great difficulty, "would it meet regulation length?

*** Bureaucratic red tape sucks, and bureaucratic budget red tape sucks even worse. Yes, even an all-girl Catholic school has sluts, although the term is relative in the absence of boys to act out with. Being an all-girl school was supposed to eliminate the distraction of the opposite sex.

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Francis Xavier Thomas of the Blessed Sacrament Catholic School for Girls. I tried to let them be the children they still were, and only stepped in when things were getting out of hand. Now adults themselves, they chafed at any attempts to curb their right to make decisions on their own.

She bent, putting her books down, and giving me a full look down her top at her big, youthfully rounded breasts. I hoped those glasses meant she couldn't see my eyes on her without them. On one hand, there was the implied trust of the teacher. I believe that you did your homework and handed it in as required," I told her. "I have a solution, but I'm going to need your cooperation to make it work," I said. "I'll do what I can." "I know you shouldn't have to do this, but I need you to redo your paper." I saw her face grow angry. York, but I think we both know that's not likely to happen. " Alex looked at me for several seconds, digesting my words. She stood, and took it, holding it in her own soft, feminine one. York, and tell her to expect a paper from you, delivered by me, and that she is to grade it fairly. I tried to smooth it over with her, doing a King Solomon, but there was no reasoning with her.

Standing again, she began to roll her skirt up, exposing more and more smooth, firm thigh to my gaze, all while looking directly at me, flaunting herself and her freedom. She said she didn't get the assignment, and graded Alex accordingly. She was an old hag, with a terminal case of 'holier-than-thou-itis', and would absolutely never admit she may have lost or otherwise misplaced Alex's paper. In the end, I had to simply tell her that we were doing it my way, and there was no two ways about it.

And then there's the ones you can't help but recognize. I had no idea she was such a vision, but now that I did know, I wouldn't forget.

*** Of course, the mall wasn't the only place to find students.

Francis Xavier Thomas of the Blessed Sacrament Catholic School for Girls. I tried to let them be the children they still were, and only stepped in when things were getting out of hand. Now adults themselves, they chafed at any attempts to curb their right to make decisions on their own.

She bent, putting her books down, and giving me a full look down her top at her big, youthfully rounded breasts. I hoped those glasses meant she couldn't see my eyes on her without them. On one hand, there was the implied trust of the teacher. I believe that you did your homework and handed it in as required," I told her. "I have a solution, but I'm going to need your cooperation to make it work," I said. "I'll do what I can." "I know you shouldn't have to do this, but I need you to redo your paper." I saw her face grow angry. York, but I think we both know that's not likely to happen. " Alex looked at me for several seconds, digesting my words. She stood, and took it, holding it in her own soft, feminine one. York, and tell her to expect a paper from you, delivered by me, and that she is to grade it fairly. I tried to smooth it over with her, doing a King Solomon, but there was no reasoning with her.

Standing again, she began to roll her skirt up, exposing more and more smooth, firm thigh to my gaze, all while looking directly at me, flaunting herself and her freedom. She said she didn't get the assignment, and graded Alex accordingly. She was an old hag, with a terminal case of 'holier-than-thou-itis', and would absolutely never admit she may have lost or otherwise misplaced Alex's paper. In the end, I had to simply tell her that we were doing it my way, and there was no two ways about it.

And then there's the ones you can't help but recognize. I had no idea she was such a vision, but now that I did know, I wouldn't forget.

*** Of course, the mall wasn't the only place to find students.

Hamilton's geography class," she responded, passing me. " She continued to walk away, wiggling her ass under her uniform skirt. There were several, and depending on your personal preferences, as many as a few dozen. " "Oh, nothing really," she smiled, giggling attractively.