#academic misconduct

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Hello every One and welcome to the Super Natural ‘Son’ Day Re-View where I Will be going over some of the most egregious crimes of State Actors to date, including Carlton University Professor and PhD, Tess the Hideous Hebb who appears to be teaching her students to ignore Carlton University’s own policies regarading whistleblowers and fraud prevention so she can collude with MHI to rob…

I think it’d be fun to add a more fun side to like predator and prey like when they and prof are bickering. They just slowing start moving closer to prof while starring her down and it makes her more flustered.

It was only Prof's second time going to Cait's and Vi's house, and she was a little nervous. She'd had a long week at work, so her two lovers had declared that 'there was a tin of joints with her name on'. She had yet to smoke 'properly' with them - Cait and Vi still blowing the smoke into her mouth whilst she built her tolerance - but she was looking forward to a relaxing evening.

So there she was: reclining back on Cait's bed, joint between her fingers, watching through heavy eyes as the two girls rocked their clits passionately against each other in front of her. They had smoked just as much as her, but their tolerance meant that they were only mildly buzzed whilst she was spaced out and giggly.

"Oh, look at our ditsy little slut," Cait cooed, holding Vi's thighs as she rocked.

Vi chuckled, gripping Cait's ass. "Such a lightweight; she can barely keep her eyes open, but we know her pussy's soaked watching us."

Prof whined, rubbing her thighs together as she inhaled on the joint, her head spinning. "Feels good..." she mumbled.

Vi reached out, tapping her thigh. "Put it down, baby. Come sit on my face."

Prof giggled excitedly, taking a few seconds for her uncoordinated limbs to safely place the joint in the ashtray on the bedside table. She touched the sides of her underwear, about to pull them off, when the black-haired girl stopped her.

"No. I didn't say take 'em off. C'mon," she urged, gesturing to her face.

Prof was confused, but didn't argue. She crawled over to Vi, who helped her swing a leg over her face, pulling her clothed pussy down against her face.

Prof gasped, moaning as she felt Vi rub her face against her damp panties, her hips already starting to rock. "V-Vi..."

Vi lifted a hand, swatting Prof's ass cheek. "That's not what you call me, baby."

Prof's cheeks flushed. "S-Sorry, Daddy."

It was still taking some getting used to - calling her students a decade younger than her by 'Mommy' and 'Daddy', but every time she did, her pussy got wetter than she ever thought possible.

"Good girl," Cait praised, leaning forward, stroking Prof's shoulder as she kept rocking against Vi. "Do as Daddy says, let her rub all over your slutty cunt. She likes that, and you want to make her happy, don't you?"

Prof groaned as Vi latched onto her clit through the soft lace, sucking the bud through the material. Vi held her hips, rubbing her thumbs over the lace, moaning into Prof's folds.

She made Prof cum three times through her underwear, the lace getting more and more soaked as she did. The older woman finally fell away from Vi's face, collapsing onto the bed next to them, her leg still draped over Vi's chest.

Vi held Prof's calf, squeezing gently as Cait made the both of them cum, their clits throbbing against each other.