Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Oh my god, I hate P.E. It should be against the law to make people run in the middle of the day and get smelly. Like, sure, it’s acceptable for boys, but I don’t want to do all that. I’ve tried getting a doctor’s note, but my dumbass doctor says that a bit of exercise is good for everyone. Don’t worry, though. I’m a clever girl, and I know exactly how I’ll be earning my “A” this year.
I waited till class started; the teacher said everyone should begin warming up by taking a few laps. It was a perfect time, so I asked if we could speak in his office since I had some problems I needed help with.
Earning An “A” In P.E.
Being a kind educational professional, he agreed. So we stepped back into his smelly office, and I shut the door. He was a stocky man in his mid-forties, not super great to look at, but I’d do what I had to to get out of P.E. He had a whistle hanging around his neck, so I stepped up close to him and took the whistle in my hand.
I looked up at him with doe eyes and lifted the whistle to my mouth. He was staring down at me with wide eyes, and I knew right then I had him wrapped around my finger. “I don’t like getting sweaty.” I started to tell him, the whistle touching my lips. “I have a much better way to spend my time.”
“Oh?” He gasped. I sucked the whistle into my mouth and pulled it back and forth. “Yes, Krysta.” He moaned and touched my head. I started to drop to my knees, and his other hand pushed down his sweat pants.
“You’ll let me sit out if I do this every week?” I asked before I touched his aching cock.
“Whatever you say, baby. Just do it.”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410