They All Want to Seduce Me

Chapter 14 Peeping Again

Henry was also startled, looking around, but the office was so small. Where could he hide? Carrie, quick-witted, shook out the blanket on the bed and let Henry take off his shoes and crawl in. She then kicked the shoes under the bed. Just then, they heard Diane's voice at the door, "Is Mr. Smith here?"

"Well, I'm here. Come in," Carrie said, pulling a t-shirt over herself from the side, too rushed to put on a bra, making the two bumps in front very obvious.

Diane walked in, seeing Carrie disheveled, with messy hair, and the blanket piled on the bed. She felt a bit embarrassed and said, "Mr. Smith, are you resting? I wouldn't have come if I had known."

Carrie glanced at the bulging blanket on the bed, looking more and more like someone was hiding inside. She walked a few steps to block Diane's view, feeling guilty, and said, "I felt a bit tired just now and wanted to take a nap. Do you need anything?" She thought to herself, trying to get Diane to leave quickly to avoid her discovering Henry hiding there.

Diane, however, seemed not to understand Carrie's hint to leave. With a slightly red face, she said, "Mr. Smith, I still feel a lump in my breast. Could you check it again for me? I'm always worried."

"Well, okay," Carrie hesitated fnipplesment but couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she reluctantly agreed.

Henry, hiding in the blanket, soon felt extremely stuffy. He sweated profusely and listened to Carrie and Diane talking nearby but didn't dare to move. Finally, feeling too hot, he quietly lifted a gap with his hand to breathe. To his surprise, he saw Diane with her back to him, taking off her bra, and he was stunned.

Although he often fantasized about Diane's pair of snow-white ample breasts, he never thought he would have the chance to witness this wonderful sight. He held his breath, wide-eyed, watching Diane take off her bra, revealing those trembling, huge breasts.

Diane's breasts were indeed fuller and rounder than Carrie's, and even more elastic. Even the areolas were a pink circle, unlike Carrie's, which were slightly purplish. Her skin was white, smooth, and delicate, making Henry's p***s swell, throb, and almost ejaculate.

Diane didn't expect someone to be peeking at her from inside the blanket. She kept moving her body to make it easier for Carrie to examine, inadvertently giving Henry a better view of her proudly standing breasts.

Carrie, as before, used her hands to check Diane's breasts for lumps. She noticed a gap in the blanket, knowing Henry was peeking. She cursed inwardly, letting this little pervert take advantage of Diane. After quickly finishing the examination, she asked Diane to get dressed, saying, "Alright, I've checked, there's no problem. Just massage it more when you're free."

Seeing Carrie's impatience, Diane thought she was tired and didn't think much of it, so she hurriedly left.

Henry finally crawled out of the blanket, gasping for air, "I was almost suffocating."

"You deserve it. Why didn't you go home to sleep in the middle of the day?" Carrie scolded. "Hurry up and leave."

However, Henry took off his pants, revealing his erect p***s, and said with a bitter face, "What should I do? I can't go out like this."

Carrie looked at Henry's thick and long p***s standing upright, with pre-c*m oozing from the tip. She knew Henry must have been holding back for days. She touched the smooth glans and said helplessly, "Wait a moment, I'll help you out."

Carrie closed the door, came back, had Henry lie on the bed, took off her shoes, and used her hand to stroke his hot p***s up and down, actually helping Henry masturbate.

Although Henry had m*********d countless times before, he never thought his teacher would help him masturbate one day. Feeling Carrie's soft hand sliding on hinipples, he felt incredibly stimulated. After dozens of strokes from Carrie, he quickly felt a tingling sensation in his glans and ejaculated white semen.

Carrie couldn't dodge in time and was sprayed on her chest and even a few drops on her face. She quickly got off the bed to clean up with tissue paper. Seeing Henry still lying on the bed reminiscing, she laughed and scolded, "You brat, are you satisfied now? Hurry up, get dressed and leave."

Henry, feeling helpless, put on his clothes. Although it was exciting for Carrie to help him masturbate, he felt it was far from the wonderful feeling of making love. It seemed he would have to wait until Carrie was ready for more.

"Oh, by the way, why did Mr. Johnson come over just now?" Henry suddenly remembered the wonderful scene he had just seen and was a bit puzzled why Diane let Carrie touch her breasts. Did she have this special fetish?