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She wanted to be partnered with her best friend. Mr. Putnam picked up a paper from his desk and began to read. "Your Peer-Teaching assignments are Lucy Adam, Jane Waleski. Allan Wong, David Newton. Emily Zuckerman, Susan Webb..." Jane sat stunned. Her partner was Lucy. The math teacher's pet. The poet who heard voices in her head.

"My monitor is disconnected from the office computer. The cameras are hardwired to an air-gapped laptop inside my desk drawer, I use them to record problem students who come to my office. The monitor automatically switched to the laptop as a secondary input when I pulled the main cable - that was the delay. It is a hardwired system, no wi-fi connection, nothing is connected to the network so we are secure. I can record if you want. What is your pleasure: turn it off, leave it on, or leave it on while it records on the laptop?" She was mesmerized looking at herself in porno mode, she was obviously positioned to be lewdly fucked for the camera. Part of the draw was that she legitimately looked

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