Pete’s eyes became darker as Violet slapped his hand away and quickly scampered back towards the front of the classroom.<br/><br/><strong> “<em>You did not give me permission to touch you?</em> You came into my classroom, under the silly pretense of being lost… then you showcase your tits and ass to me and even pretend to fall over so you can give me a better view… And then you act all indignant and bitchy when a guy just responds to your <em>fucking prickteasing</em>?”</strong><br/><br/>He stepped closer towards her again.<br/><br/><strong>“I’ve pretty much had it with your kind, miss Granger. Does it amuse you to get an old guy hard as a rock and then scamper off quickly, giggling like a silly schoolgirl? Do you get off on that shit? Well some of us don’t enjoy being played with like that…”</strong><br/><br/>He had now bridged the distance between them again. He was quite a bit taller than her and looked down upon her as if she were a disobedient student instead of a fellow teacher.<br/><br/><strong>“I think you’re in as much need of a lesson or two as some of our students… perhaps even more so…”</strong><br/><br/>He let his threat linger in the air for a bit…<em>then</em>his hands suddenly shot forward and clenched the fabric of her blouse. In one violent tug of either hand, he ripped the garment open. The buttons flew everywhere, one of them even hit Pete inn the middle of his forehead - though he was too otherwise preoccupied to care much. Both of his hands quickly went from the ruined blouse to her white brassiere. He felt up and massaged the two sweet orbs which were basically bursting out of miss Granger’s demi-cup.<br/><br/><strong>“Yes… I do think it’s time we taught you a long overdue lesson…”</strong><br/><br/>One of his hands slipped to miss Violet’s back and he pulled her closer by the waist. Her breasts pressed into his torso as his hungry mouth searched for and found her soft lips. He roughly pressed his mouth up against hers and shared a messy, raw kiss with her.