Mr. Simon was being a righteous dick and wasn't even addressing the fact that he was the writer or not. He nodded and acknowledged everything she said, especially at those moments where she was making a particular scene come true, but he still didn't give her the verbal recognition she wanted. Well, alright, no blow job for him.<br/><br/>Rae lazily stroked at her teacher's cock, often looking up at his eyes then back down at his manhood. She put a lost look on her face, almost as if to say she really hasn't done anything like this before, but truth be told the young girl had done this plenty of times in her more sexually adventurous years before, in a way, settling down with Lauren. The brunette's free hand again dipped under the hem of her skirt, finding the soaked material of her black thong. That didn't surprise her, given the time she spent with Lauren in the classroom and her teasing of Mr. Simon until now, but she still blinked in shock at her own wetness.<br/><br/>"Oh... fuck," Rae said weakly, her knees spreading out along the floor to give her hand more access to herself. She was thankful for wearing stockings as they took out the bite of kneeling on the ground, not that it really was on the top of her mind right now. Being a little selfish now, the hand that was on her teacher's cock slipped away and under the skirt as well, lending its help by shoving her thong to one side while the other hand easily plunged a two fingers inside her pussy. She wanted to scream, but she was sure there were people walking up and down the halls, so Rae instead buried her head into Mr. Simon's thigh, moaning and groaning all the while.