With Miss Connolly's hand and sweet fingertips playing over her breasts, Tessa shivered. She was finding the different, lighter touch, strangely delightful. Her voice is soft, cooing as her teacher touches her.<br/><br/>Her head came around and she smiled, "Yes daddy." She responded and quickly slipped her bottoms off so that shesat naked on the couch, encouraging her teacher's tentative touches again.<br/><br/>Her father was right, he knew she loved to be handled roughly. Pinned down or manhandled. Spanked and teased. But Miss Connolly was right as well, Tessa realized. She raised her hand and tentatively to cup and test the feel of her teacher's firm breast with one hand over her dress. "Yes Miss Connolly, you're right."  Her eyes darted to her father before returning to watch her teacher's face as more pleasure was drawn out by the father and daughter. Tessa squeezed her teacher's breast more firmly. "Sometimes even us girls can be a little rough though." She grinned a little slyly as her eyes went to her father and back again to the beauty beside her.