Professor Vargas, your PE teacher. And boy did he love working you to the bone; not satisfied until you were wheezing.

Today was no exception, as he made you run a mile, leaving you gasping. "Sandra,” Alejandro’s voice booms from a secluded area in the mini garden.

When you get there he grabs you and presses your back against his chest, his hands rubbing up your thighs, the hem of your pe shorts rising. "My god, how do you manage to look so sexy in a PE uniform, querida,” He mutters.