Peters! Please don’t make me! I’ll do anything…”
“Indeed you will, Miss Harkin. And right now, you will take off your skirt and your blouse. Or shall I ask the class to help you?”
She saw herself with her classmates clustered around her—holding her arms, unbuttoning her blouse, pulling off her skirt, their hands all over her.
She moaned out loud with excitement…and came.
She fell back against the desk, grasping the edge with both hands. She kept her gaze fixed on him, letting him see her shuddering in orgasm.
Somehow, having him look at her while she came–plus the fact that she was still, amazingly, fully dressed–seemed to multiply the intensity, as if she were not only experiencing it but could see herself as he must be seeing her: chest heaving, pelvis twitching, eyes
