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Damn

baby. Damn baby.

Damn baby.

Damn baby. Damn baby. Damn baby. Damn baby. Damn baby.

That's the truth.

Don't move, girl.

Can I get a washcloth to clean off your crotch? No problem, baby.

No problem, baby.

No problem, baby. No problem, baby. No problem, baby.

Just give it one more lick. Jesus.

Damn, baby.

Damn, baby.

Damn, baby.

Damn, baby.

Damn, baby.

Damn, baby.

Damn, baby.

Damn, baby.

Eight years ago, my husband Bashir and I moved to the United States and produced

a beautiful daughter.

We originally planned for her to stay home to raise the children, but there

so many opportunities in this country to work that I decided to become a high

school teacher.

Everything was going well until she found out that the state ran out of

and every school was making cutbacks.

The principal had a meeting showing us the new plans, which put fear into all

the staff.

He informed us that all of the first -year teachers would be let go and the

remaining staff would be reassigned.

I was nervous, as everyone else.

Regardless of my worries, I was determined to keep my job because I

enjoyed making a living and earning money for my family.

The next day, I showed up to school, ready to take on any challenge.

My new classroom assignment was stationed in the basement.

Where most of the troubled students were.

If they knew special programs for troubled high school seniors in which

stay in one class for all of their subjects.

There were rumors about these students, but I didn't believe they were that bad.

Fresh meat.

They were like animals.

They didn't listen to a word that I said.

And they talked about my butt out loud.

Right in front of me, saying that it was big and fat, and they called me Mrs.

Haney.

Mrs. Haney, I know that you are rightfully upset.

But as you know, we are in a desperate situation.

Your job depended on the enrollment of the students in the school.

And there is no way that we can suspend or expel anyone until the state budget

crisis is over.

The next day, I returned to the class, expecting a classroom full of wild

-acting young men who were looking to drive me out of my job.

But surprisingly, they were quiet and orderly, until minutes later, one of

gave me an even bigger surprise.

What's up, Mrs. Hiney?

I see that you came back, and I'm glad about that.

You got some nice, soft ass meat back here.

I'm gonna love this fucking class.

I was so shocked that I couldn't react.

The students continued to grope and squeeze my butt, and I didn't know what

do.

I made it through the day as each student touched and groped my backside

taught my lesson.

I didn't report them for fear of losing my job.

I just endured six hours of their harassment until it was time to go home.

Then it was the hardest part of the day.

when I must go home and face my loving family in shame.

My husband was already home, and he and my daughter met me at the door.

Hello, Imara.

How was work today?

It was fine.

The students were more cooperative, and they learned a lot.

Well, I think they did.

As I returned to work the next day, I tried to pretend that the harassment

didn't occur the day before.

It was a mistake.

Now that they knew that I would not report them, it was like sharks smelling

blood.

It wasn't even ten minutes of class before I felt someone touching my butt

again.

Keep teaching, Miss Heine.

We all here to learn some education shit.

Don't mind me here.

This big, soft ass feels good where I'm gonna get this big dick.

Damn, look at that ass.

What are you doing? Stop this!

Before I could react, another student walked over, and they both began to

my breasts, with one hand and squeezing my behind with the other.

Not knowing what to do, I continued writing on the board, trying to make

of the situation.

Why are you doing this?

You kidding?

You're the finest fucking teacher here.

All the brothers want a taste of this ass.

Think of it as a compliment.

We play nice and you keep your job.

We'll play the good little Negroes when the other staff is around.

Is that a deal?

I can't. I'm your teacher.

And I'm married.

And I'm almost 20 years older than you are.

Before I could say anything else, the two horny boys wasted no time as one of

them dove his face deep between my big round butts.

I tried to compose myself, but I felt my body react differently than my words.

You like this special treatment?

What are you doing?

That's disgusting.

The class is watching.

I'm sure you'll change your mind once my boy reaches that pussy.

Right about now.

I didn't know how to handle the sensation as I

tried to just stand there and ignore it.

I thought that this would be the surprise of the moment until I looked

only dick that I had ever seen outside of my loving husband.

You've been real good, Miss Heine.

Here's a nice little reward.

It was so big.

I couldn't help but to react.

As my students got even more worked up into a frenzy, I continued to try and

talk my way out of the situation.

But I kept failing miserably.

I can't deceive my husband.

Plus, you are all black.

My culture won't allow it.

My family will be ashamed.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Well, you better learn how to use that big fat ass for us, or the rest of your

days in here are going to be all fucked up.

Later that night, I stumbled home pretty late and feeling exhausted from the

long and hard day.

I had to force myself to find the energy to greet my daughter, who was full of

energy and excited to see me.

All evening, she was her usual happy and cheerful self.

Honey, can I please get some sleep? I am very tired.

I had a lot on my mind.

I could not take care of my husband's needs tonight.

My mind was full of the dirty thoughts of what had occurred earlier that day.

Yeah,

bitch. You think you're going to come in here with that big fat ass teasing us

all fucking day?

I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to tease you.

Take this dick, bitch.

You

better

get used to this shit.

Since that fucking principal stuck us in this basement, we get in full dick

treatment every fucking day.

Yeah. Giddy up, bitch.

My booty.

It tickles and it feels so fucking good, daddy.

I want to live in this fat ass.

I want to live in this fat ass.

I want to live in this fat ass.

I want to live in this fat ass.

I want to live in this fat ass.

In this ass.

In this ass.

In this ass.