
Vikrant stood in shock and confusion as not only had his young student got him to have sex with her. She had placed a camera that had recorded everything and had now left him, with his pants down, in the middle of a deserted classroom.
He quickly came to his senses and got dressed. He rushed to his apartment, driving on pure memory alone, his mind still in a frizz. He paced the hallway of his apartment nervously, at his indiscretion and how this “mistake” could come back to haunt him.











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