Pete gave her an amused grin as he noticed her idle attempts at covering up her flesh a bit more now that she had discovered the owner of the classroom she had stumbled into. Typical for a young harlot, eager to show flesh but then picky about who they showed it to...<br/><br/><strong>"Home education you say? So you must love playing house..."</strong><br/><br/>Pete's contempt for his female colleagues was something he could not always hide. His students couldn't help the fact that they were basically nothing more than cockhungry little tramps, but he expected a female member of staff to know better. Clearly that was not the case with miss Granger. Perhaps her own 'education' had been cut short a bit?<br/><br/><strong>“This is indeed my classroom… But you’re more than welcome to stay a little longer, <em>Violet</em>.”</strong><br/><br/>He added a mocking tone when he spoke her name and stared down her cleavage again. To his surprise, the mere presence of another young slut in his classroom was enough to resurrect the fallen soldier in his pants.<em>Fuck, these tramps will shorten my life by a few decades if they keep this up… </em><br/><br/><strong>“In fact… I insist you keep me company for a bit… It’s in the best interest of the students if their teachers build up a good <em>working relationship</em> after all.”</strong><br/><br/>His tone was serious but his dirty grin left little to the imagination. Pete had about enough of women who got him had and then did not do something about it. Miss Du Pain would be the last little cocktease he’d allow to get away with it. He was too old for their little games. Perhaps they’d think twice about playing them with him if he made sure they couldn’t sit for a fortnight.