"Not much difference," Tracey said with a shrug, acting like the devil that sat on Fleur's shoulder. "Plus, we've already gone this far…" Tracy pushed two fingers into Fleur's cunt despite the awkward angle and began to press them against the front wall of her cunt before rubbing in slow circles. "What's the harm in doing more?"
Tracey didn't need to pretend to blush. It was true though she really hadn't done it since she'd been with…her. Tracey couldn't even bring herself to think of her name. Leaning in, she whispered in Fleur's ear. "Yes, Professor, the first day you started teaching here." Tracey licked her lips and her tongue lightly touched Fleur's ear. "I went back to my bed that night and started…touching myself wishing it was your finger inside me."
"Her?" She made sure to sound as innocent as possible.
"No? All right." Tracey intentionally misunderstood what Fleur was saying. Looking disappointed, she withdrew her fingers and moved to stand.