Typical man. Mr. Simon would sooner bark out orders than give her what Rae really wanted: a confession. Still, she was really in no position to complain, with his cock a tongue lashing away and her hands buried underneath the hem of her skirt. May as well have fun now, manipulate later.<br/><br/>With her hands preoccupied, Rae shifted herself slightly to accommodate her teacher's wish. Her lips ran along the length of Mr. Simon's exposed manhood, placing messy, wet kisses all the way from the base to the tip. For a little while, the teenager paid plenty of attention to the head of his cock, twirling her tongue about it, sucking at it. At times she would stop when her own fingers hit a particular nerve that made her moan in pleasure, but that only caused the girl to go at the older man with more intent than before.<br/><br/>"Am I doing alright, Mr. Simon?" Rae asked innocently, as if she never had a sexual encounter before in her life. She had a distinct memory that Mr. Sheppard was Sarah's first and he had to teach her more than just calculus, but that was an easy thing to assume that a man would write. The sweet virgin was a fantasy that the brunette didn't understand, but was more than willing to play the part if it made her Creative Writing teacher fall further into her little scheme.