Rae arched a brow at Mr. Simon's awful way of suggesting she take off her shirt. For a guy who insists that it is all about presentation and flair, he really was bad at it. Regardless, the girl would oblige him. With one final lick, from the underside of his cock all the way to the tip, she stood up again, taking his hands and hers and for the second time today, placed them on the breasts that her teacher has coveted for God knows how long.<br/><br/>"Maybe you can help be with that," Rae said, taking a moment to look at either of her hands and then his as she touched them. "My fingers are a little slippery." She moved into Mr. Simon so that the material of her skirt would tease his cock as he unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her breasts covered in a plain black bra, to match her thong.<br/><br/>"Do you like what you see?" she asked, more to imply that she should go a little further than just stare, rather than actually ask him what he thought of her body. She already knew she was a dime, after all.