'<em>It's a bingo.</em>'<br/><br/>A little more confident in her position, with Mr. Simon a little more than physically uncomfortable with her questioning, Rae closed the distance between the two until she was leaning on one of the girl's desks directly in front of him. She was a nearly a head shorter than him, but she felt like she could stomp her teacher into the ground with what she had on him. At this point it was still all speculation, but the innocent would barge out of here and immediately go to the headmaster, right? Or was that the other way around so the guilty could cover this tracks? Fuck, she was getting nowhere like this - time to step things up a notch.<br/><br/>Rae pulled herself on top of the desk with a huff and crossed her legs at the ankles so that her thighs were pressed together. She gave out a little gasp as a small jolt of pleasure shot through her - she had gotten far more out of her little session with Lauren than she thought. Not wanting to lose her edge on Mr. Simon, however, the brunette refocused, looking over her teacher for a few moments before speaking again. "I think you just called me Sarah there, Mr. Simon." She paused, eying him for a reaction while playing with her hair with a single hand. "I can't see how you can make that mistake, though. Sure, I'm about her height and our hair is pretty similar, but..." her hands moved to cup each of her breasts through her blouse, her thumb and index spending a minute finding her nipples before pinching them through the layers of material. "I think her 'luscious teen bust' is a little more impressive than mine."<br/><br/>She watched Mr. Simon now, almost waited for him to make a move on her after all of the enticing. Rae knew that he wouldn't, though; he had managed to restrain himself for this long at this school. "Come on, Mr. Simon," she said after a long silence filled with her licking and biting her lips. "Your stories make me so hot, Mr. Simon. I just can't help myself as I read them..." Rae unlocked her ankles and let her legs part. Her left hand left its respective breast, running along her athletic body until her fingers crept underneath the hem of her skirt. She didn't do anything, but it's all about presentation. "Can you make your stories a reality?"