Professor Carrow watched with great interest as Spencer tried to compose herself. She looked so bloody sexy over at her desk, totally dishelved, in the wake of her orgasm. She allowed the girl to compose herself and take her seat once more.
"Miss Fawcett," Professor Carrow called over to her, "don't you have an assignment to complete?" she asked in a sweet, innocent tone that she barely pulled off.
"Take the book you have selected, write six inches of parchment about a single scene from the book that stirred your passions. Once you are done, leave it on my desk, and you are dismissed."
"Next Friday you will have the opportunity to look at the rest of the books and decide which will be added to the curriculum," she informed Spencer, using that enticement once more.