“It is sad, isn’t it?” Tracey breathed, taunting Fleur with her words. For a brief moment, she fantasized about Fleur coming to her bed. But, after what she had done, Tracey would be lucky if Fleur didn’t sneak in to smother her in her sleep with a pillow.
Tracey shrugged. Despite the accusation, Fleur didn’t stop. “Lavender,” Tracey admitted. “See, you have no problem doing this with a student,” she accused. “I know you shag her rotten right here on this desk.” Tracey squirmed beneath Fleur, sending a few papers to the floor.
“You’re right,” Tracey answered, a bit of menace in her tone. “I’m not a good girl.” She tired not to think of why. This was the last time she’d feel a woman’s touch, possibly ever, and she didn’t want to ruin it.
She gasped as her blouse was ripped one. Moaning as Fleur pawed her, she growled back losing herself in the moment.