When Paris mentioned the blonde girls she had seen she was sure that a glint appeared in Dr Mercer's eye. When he went on to tell her that he'd caught one trying to leave campus and in his words "set her straight" she had to hide a shudder of distaste. That the girl was broken in by Pete's large uncouth hands rather than by her own delicate and cultured methods was a shame.<br/><br/>The physics teacher went on to complain once more about the young women of today, clearly to Paris's belief including herself along with the students.<br/><br/>The man's face took on a distant look, coupled with a sinister grin. Though he declined to go into details of the example he'd made of the girl Paris suspected that he'd enjoyed whatever he had done.<br/><br/><strong>"An interesting philosophy Dr Mercer."</strong>Paris said, keeping her thoughts to herself on the matter.<br/><br/>Though she felt somewhat revolted by the older man the thought of one of the young girls helpless in his clutches was stirring the heat in her belly further. She fidgeted uneasily, feeling herself growing increasingly moist and knowing the dampness was seeping from her core to wet her silk thong. The need to relieve the sexual itch that she was feeling was growing more pressing by the moment.<br/><br/><strong>I won't detain you any longer Dr Mercer."</strong>Paris said, hoping to cut short the conversation so she could find some privacy. "<strong>I realise you must be tres busy with the new term beginning."</strong>