Assuming this was the end of it, it seemed that way, the amount of damage done throughout was clearly visible in the form of some nicely pinked cheeks. She had nothing to cover it, and its bountiful nature made it strikingly obvious. Obvious to him at least. She herself still needed a mirror to see it fully. “Slipped, sure…” After what felt like hours, Carmen put her heels down and straightened herself. The hem of her skirt fell, curtaining her assets again. “I don’t know how it can be more embarrassing than this..” grumbling, she turned around to face him. “And no. It’s hardly acceptable. But since I’m a responsible mother who only wants the best for her kids,” and since it’d be a nightmare to find a new sitter at such short notice, “you’d better be here tomorrow to work,” the teacher added. Reaching down, she pulled her knickers up. Her tights too, her hips wiggling from side to side as she adjusted it all. A small whisper escaped her, as the fabric dug into her skin, no matter how soft it was. “Remember though, what just happened shouldn’t leave these walls.”
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