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Layla

Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Anal, Author: sweet_as_candy, Rating: 38, Source: LushStories

in a poor effort to think of something to defend herself. She knew what he was saying was true. Partying had been her priority. The promise of financial support from her long-suffering parents was something that she had agreed on at the start of term. They were proud of their only daughter and had worked relentlessly hard to ensure they had saved enough for a top university as well as putting her through her driving test. In return, they expected results that they could be proud of. “Nothing?” Mr.Richmond continued. “Then we understand each other. If you’re not willing to put the effort in then you’re wasting my time.” “No… Sir. I… I need this. I’ve got a free period now so I’m prepared to work harder.” The wooden chair legs scraped against the tiled classroom floor as Mr. Richmond stood up and walked towards the door. Panic set in. Layla knew he was serious. “I think, Layla,” he continued as he walked towards the classroom door. “That maybe you need to be reminded of the basic rules about school.” She watched as he stretched out his arm and turned the metal knob. With a sharp click , the door was locked. “Just ensuring that we’ll not be disturbed for the next hour,” he confirmed as he turned to face her again. Layla pushed a chair next to his desk. “That won’t be necessary,” he called, signalling for her to put the chair back. “I was just…” “You’ll do as I instruct, if you wish to pass this class.” She did not respond. She watched as he walked back towards his desk. The ... sound of his shoes echoed against the floor tiles with a steady pace. “Now, where should we begin…” Opening her bag, Layla retrieved her phone to quickly text Chris to let him know she was being held up. Mr. Richmond confiscated this from her and threw it in the top drawer of his desk “You won’t need that.” He sat down. Leaning on his elbows, he clasped his hands together. The midnight-blue liquid of his eyes almost pierced her own. She flicked her eyes down onto the desk. The tension in the air was almost too much for her to bear but strangely, she felt aroused by his authority. Her mind suddenly flicked to Chris. She knew he would be expecting his sexy pictures soon enough. “If you show me what to do, Sir, then I’ll hand it back in for you on Friday,” she meekly responded. “Friday? I expect this in tomorrow!” he retorted. “Sir, it’s just that Chris…” “Chris? Chris Warwick is more important than your studies?” “No, Sir. It’s just that we planned to meet tonight.” “Well, I hardly think he’ll be coming over to assist you with your work, Layla.” Layla could feel the tinge of heat washing over her face. The filthy images that flashed through her mind were too noticeable. Suddenly her phone vibrated. Mr. Richmond opened the drawer and glanced at the screen. “Looks like Mr. Warwick is in need of your attention. Shall I read it to you?” “No! I mean, no, Sir. Please I…” “Oh dear, Layla. Is this how you’ve been spending your time?” he asked, turning the phone to face her. A photograph of ...