"Adult now, remember?" Tracey scolded playfully. "It is perfectly appropriate, Professor." It was clear that Fleur didn't need much convincing and Tracey was genuinely curious what the worldly French woman might tell her. She nodded along. "Perhaps, there is an…example?"
Tracey nodded anxiously. Her breath hitched as Fleur's lips trailed over her neck. In truth, she needed this. She needed someone to want her and pleasure her that would never let it get out. Fleur would keep her secret, she was sure… At least, this time she would.
She blushed wantonly. "Maybe a little. Should you…try to see what might be wrong?" Tracey squirmed in Fleur's lap. It was odd, with her legs spread, Tracey caught her scent but it wasn't hers; not completely. That made it far more exciting.
"Professor, please?" Tracey whimpered wantonly. She was quickly losing control herself.