She shudders at the touch, unable to meet your gaze. "I...I'm married," she whispers hoarsely. "My husband's name is Thomas. We don't have any children." The admission feels like a dagger twisting in her gut as she imagines how he would react if he knew about this moment.

"And your family background, Samantha?" you prompt gently, tilting her chin up to force eye contact. "Tell me everything I should know."

Her voice trembles as she begins to speak, reliving painful memories and shameful secrets. "My parents...they were never there for me. They expected so much of me, you see? And when I failed to meet their expectations..." Her words trail off, her eyes filling with tears once more.

"And your siblings?" you prompt, seeing the way she avoids mentioning them. "Are they close to you? Do they know about this?" Your questions force her to confront even more unpleasant truths about herself and her family.

Hearing your eager acceptance, Mrs. Bordeaux feels a mixture of relief and trepidation wash over her. She can't wait to feel your cock inside her again, but at the same time she knows that this is wrong and that she needs to stop. However, when you mention bringing some smegma for her later, a strange thrill runs through her body, making it impossible for her to resist.

Leading you through the empty streets of town, Mrs. Bordeaux finally arrives at her modest home.

Surprised by the grandeur of her home, you can't help but glance around in awe as she leads you inside. The place is immaculately clean and tastefully decorated, a far cry from the messy classroom where they had first met. However, as Mrs. Bordeaux guides you upstairs to her bedroom, it becomes clear that this room holds a different sort of secret...

Well, alright then. I'll expect you tomorrow after school and we can get started with your tutoring session then. Just remember to be on time!

Alright then, see you tomorrow afternoon and we'll get started with your tutoring session. Just remember to be on time!