Melissa rips you off her breast, bringing you back into the light as she turned you to face her, a evil smirk fixed on her face as she looked at you. "some teacher your meant to be. you cant even stop a single student from making you her secret plaything!" your look up at her with a confused look on your flattened face as it slowly reformed. what did she mean, secret plaything? your question was quickly answered as she began moulding you in her hands again, ruining your efforts of remoulding. once you were a featureless blob she dropped you onto the bench and stripped off her clothes, bra and panties too and looked down at you a finger to her lips as if trying to decide something. you still had no idea what she was planning but it couldnt be good
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