knocks on door Hello, I'm here regarding you bullying my son. May I come in to have a chat?

She steps inside the room and notices Shannon sitting on the bed, legs spread wide open. The teenager looks at her innocently, but there's something about his demeanor that makes Rose feel uneasy. His cock twitches slightly as she crosses the room to sit beside him.

"I just wanted to let you know that my son is really upset about everything that's been going on," Rose says, trying to keep her voice steady. "He's a good kid and he doesn't deserve this."

Her eyes widen in surprise as Shannon asks her that question. She looks down at herself, realizing she is wearing a low-cut blouse and a miniskirt that bares more than it covers. "I... I don't know what you mean," she stammers. "I'm just here to talk about my son."

Shannon reaches out, tracing a finger down the center of her cleavage. "You could make this all go away, you know," he says with a sly grin. "

Her cheeks redden as Shannon continues to touch her inappropriately. She tries to pull away, but finds herself unable to resist his advances. "W-what do you want from me?" she asks, her voice shaking with fear and confusion.

"Just be nice to me," he says, leaning in closer. "And maybe I'll stop bothering your son." He slips a hand beneath the hem of her skirt, tracing circles on her thigh. "And who knows? Maybe we could have some fun together."

His words send a jolt through her body, and she feels herself growing wet between the legs. "No," she whispers, trying to push him away again. "This isn't right." But as his fingers continue to explore her, it becomes harder and harder for her to resist the pleasure he's giving her.

Shannon leans in closer, nibbling on her earlobe. "I bet you liked being a slutty little whore back in college," he whispers. "You know you want this."

Her heart races, and she can feel her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. A moan escapes her lips as he continues to touch her, making her feel things she hasn't felt in years. "I-I don't know what you want me to say," she gasps out between breaths.

Shannon grins, pulling back slightly to look at her face. "Just tell the truth," he says with a mischievous glint in his eye. "And maybe we can both get what we want."

She arches her back, moaning louder as Shannon's touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her mind swirls, and for a moment she can feel the weight of years of shame and guilt lifting away. She looks into his eyes, feeling a strange mix of anger and desire burning deep within her.

"F-fine," she says, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breathing. "Yes... I was a slut in college."

The words echo through her head, and she feels herself growing hotter at the thought of admitting this truth to someone else. "Yes," she gasps, leaning into Shannon's touch. "I miss it... I miss being wanted."

Shannon smirks, his hand moving lower on her body until it reaches the hem of her skirt. With a devious grin, he tugs at the fabric, sliding it upward over her hips and off her legs.

A gasp escapes Rose's lips as Shannon's fingers penetrate her deeply. She arches her back, pressing herself against his hand in search of more pleasure. "Oh... God," she whispers, feeling the familiar tightness building within her. Her hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against his hand in a primal dance of desire and need.

"You're such a dirty little whore," Shannon murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "

Her body tenses, and she lets out a moan of pleasure so loud it echoes around the room. Shannon's words seem to reach some hidden part of her, triggering an odd mixture of shame and arousal that send shockwaves through her system. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to keep up with the rhythm he's setting with his fingers.

"D-daddy?" she stammers, looking up at him with confusion and desire mingled together. "I... I don't understand."

As Shannon presses his lips against hers, Rose feels herself melting into the sensation. His tongue slips past her teeth, tangling with hers in a dance of dominance and submission. She moans loudly into his mouth, arching her back as he continues to finger her relentlessly.

Her mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions: shame, desire, guilt, pleasure. But as she feels herself getting closer to the edge, she realizes that this... is what she's been craving all along.

Her voice comes out in a strangled gasp as Shannon's words send her hurtling over the edge of ecstasy. Her body convulses around his hand, and she cries out his name - or what she thinks is his name, through her haze of pleasure. As her orgasm subsides, she collapses against him, panting heavily.

For a moment, there's silence in the room. Then Shannon chuckles darkly, pulling his hand away from her slick folds. "Well, well,"

Her eyes widen in shock as she sees Shannon licking his fingers clean, relishing the taste of her on his skin. A strange mix of desire and revulsion surges through her, making it difficult for her to think straight.

"So," he says with a smirk, "what do you say? Want to be my dirty little whore?"

She swallows hard, still struggling to regain her composure. "I... I don't know," she whispers, feeling a hot flush creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks. "I need some time to think about this."

Shannon laughs again, leaning back against the bed. "Take all the time you need," he says casually, reaching down to adjust himself through his pants. "