Mr Goodage comes up to you after the test is complete, a big smile on his face.

"Can I speak with you afterwards please Miss Smith," he tells you. Once the Trish and Jimbo have left the classroom he moves around behind you chair and starts to rub your shoulders.

"So how did I do?" you ask after a moments silence.

"You just scraped in, a C- my dear," he tells you softly, his hands stroke down from your shoulders and cup your full breasts through your blouse, "But we can make arrangements to increase that to something more respectable," he adds, squeezing your big tits hungrily.

You sigh as his fingers find and pinch your nipples through your blouse.

So what now?

>> You're happy with what you've got, time to head to the next class

>> Go for a better mark and suck his dick

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