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I typed three responses and promptly erased them. I could not do this. This was wrong.

Me: This is highly inappropriate.

Do not text me anything like this again.

There. That should take care of it. I erased the entire conversation, put my phone away.

Another text arrived, and I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I looked.

Nova: Please don’t fuck her

I ignored that.

Me: Where are you?

Nova: Work

Me: Where are you

taking these pictures?

Nova: I took them all weeks ago.

You like? Want another?

Another picture popped up before I could answer.

It was similar to the first one, but this time her fingers were inside, like she’d read my fucking mind.

I was suddenly furious. With jealousy.

Carter: Who else

have you sent them to?

Nova: Just you. Want the video?

It will prove all the pictures

were for you but you have to

ask me nicely for it.

I couldn’t help it. I took the bait.

Carter: Please

Nova: Please what?

Carter: Please send the video

In less than a minute, it came through. It was short, but it was enough. It was clearly taken in the same place and time as the two pictures, everything was the same except her fingers were moving in and out of her pussy and in the background was the sound of my voice droning on about Shakespeare.

She’d recorded one of my lessons and listened to it as she got off.

She hadn’t been kidding, the impossible little brat.

On top of that, she was moaning like she was about to come.