I doubt I could resist taking certain liberties with my students if I knew I could always revert time back later.I’d like to come across Marianne praying alone at night.She’d mumble her usual apologies and, honestly,hearing her put herself down again would annoy me.I’d slap her hard across the face, Marianne nursing a scarlet cheek but keeping silent, eyes downcast.That pained look of hers would be so hauntingly beautiful.
Wanting more,I'd step up close to her, Marianne saying nothing as I slide my hands around her pale throat and squeeze.She’d stare into my eyes as I press my thumbs deeper into her neck, tightening my grip so as to crush her
windpipe.It might be relief in her gaze as I choke the life from her,body convulsing as her brain struggles for oxygen.Her lips turning purple, skin a gorgeous red, and with one final wring of her neck Marianne would fall still, off to join her Goddess’s side.Oh, what a lovely corpse Marianne would make.Laid out gently on the ground she’d look so at peace.I surely couldn’t resist pulling up her dress, exposing her soft thighs and tearing off her panties.Spread her legs out wide and push every inch of my cock into her obliging hole,the lifeless Marianne offering no complaints.The dwindling warmth of her body would be something to savor as we make love on the cathedral
floor.My student’s dull eyes staring up, unblinking,into the heavens as I thrust into her.Holding her thighs against my body and kissing her passionately,Marianne’s loose,damp cunt would bring me to a shuddering orgasm I’d pull out quickly,eager to spill my seed across her beautiful, motionless
face.My warm, virile seed seeping painting her cold features, seeping into the last remnant of her existence.I’d make love to her until she grows stiff, before finally reverting back time.
At which point I’d gently chastise Marianne for ever thinking she was a burden, and tell her that she has so many friends that would be sad if she wasn’t around.
