Left to her own devices in the staff room, Paris felt her curiosity over the new students start to overwhelm her patience. Coupled with this was the undoubted arousal she was now feeling after her teasing of Dr Mercer. The French teacher was aware of the moist heat in her sex to the point of distraction. She decided to see if she could catch a glimpse of a student or two and swing through the dormitory area.<br/><br/>With her briefcase in hand, Paris headed down the corridor towards the students accommodation intending to introduce herself and maybe gain some first impressions of the new girls. As she walked, with her spike heels clacking she could feel the silky material of her thong against her clean shaven pussylips. The material was slightly dampened from her arousal and clung to the folds of her labia as she moved.