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.

"Not bad a B," he tells you softly, his hands stroke down from your shoulders and cup your full breasts through your blouse.

You reach up and pry his groping hands from your tits, "Sorry but I don't need your help this time Mr Goodage."

Well done, you passed, time for the next class.

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