More recently, the school’s staff has found creative ways to keep their students entertained by sharing their dirty emails with a mailing list comprising the university’s entire business school.
The culprits of the scandal are “tie me up and tickle me” John and “let me straddle your rock hard c**k” Lisa. Engrossed in their pleasantries, the tech consultant and business employee accidentally bcc-ed almost the entire Johnson Business School in the exchange. Here are some of the most juicy - or cringe worthy - of the threads. Click HERE to read the entire email exchange.
From: John
Sent: Friday, November 06, 20099:56 AM
To: Lisa
Subject: RE:
That sounds VERY SEXY to me!!! What kind of panties do you have on???
From: Lisa
Sent: Friday, November 06, 200910:01 AM
To: John
Subject: RE:
Uh, a bright blue thong.if you want more specifics you;ll have to just see it for yourself.it could be your lunch;-)
From: John
Sent: Friday, November 06, 200910:05 AM
To: Lisa
Subject: RE:
Wow! I just LOVE that idea! And it would require no extra seasoning, seeing as how it would have your savory juices all over it!!!
From: Lisa
Sent: Friday, November 06, 20091:07 PM
To: John
Subject: RE:
I have visions of strutting into your office in nothing but a trench coat and CFM heels locking the door duct taping your hands to the arms of your chair teasing your with my nails and tongue, tickling, poking, prodding..and then straddling your rock hard c**k. Only to stop just seconds before you cum..and start all over again.
From: John
Sent: Friday, November 06, 20091:21 PM
To: Lisa
Subject: RE:
OH DEAR GOD HELP ME!!!
You are pushing buttons that are getting me WAY TOO F**KING HORNY for being stuck at work!!!
And just WHAT am I supposed to do now??? I can practically FEEL your torturous little fingernails flitting across my stomach, and they’re making me ACHE with the desire for RELEASE!!!
From: Lisa
Sent: Friday, November 06, 20091:23 PM
To: John
Subject: RE:
I see me sitting in your lap straddling, really.facing you with my legs draped over your restrained arms and then wrapped around you and your chair holding you in place you’re pinned and unable to move. I’m leaning back ever so slightly with my hands braced on your desk, helping me to grind my p**sy against you.
After exchanging pleasantries on human biology, the two lovers move swiftly on to news about husbands, mothers-in-law and feeding their kids. After all, both are married – and not to each other.
Eager to defend the reputation of their school, Cornell students have cried out in shock as the news has spread. While some argue that the email exchange is a scam, others are simply voicing their emotions about adultery, the waste of precious work hours and other symptoms of moral decay.
While the consequences of the crime for the two offenders are yet to be revealed, at least Cornell is becoming famous for an excess of passion and lust rather than depression and death.
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