The principal entered. Mr. Mason was the youngest principal yet. But he arrogant and rude. He expected all the teachers to fawn over him and hop when he gave directions. Mason watched for a few minutes his cock rising. He was going to tell Miss Angel that the meeting had been rescheduled. If she had checked her email, as instructed she would have known that.

He let himself in silently and locked the door behind him. "Miss Angel how dare you do such a disgusting thing on school property." The tent in his pant showing quite clearly.

Jemma was starlted and tried to cover herself and act as if everything was normal. "Hel--Hello, Mr. Mason. How can I help you? Is it time for the meeting already?" He moved quickly towards her. He grabbed her wrist and pushed her into the window over looking the coourtyard. Her blouse was wet from the dew on the window. Her nipples were hard like little pebbles against the cold glass.

"I saw you. Don't act like nothing is different. I can smell your cunt from the hallway. Is that how you intend to teach the children? Acting like a whore? Wearing innappropriate clothing smelling of sex?"