She assists in the front office so shes not really in class like the rest of the students. I raise my hand and ask to use the restroom. I bounce up an... go to the head. I walk up to the last stall and that chick has pulled her white skirt up, leaned forward on that stool and spread her shit for me. Its already pink and moist. I stab her pussy with my fingers. She likes that, then I coat her asshole with the juices. I push my jeans down, lean over to lick her black asshole to get it wetter. Then. Now then, let us begin…”She softly blowed on my womanhood again, going from top to bottom, and back again. With each puff she was closer than before, and paused for a moment, when I felt that soft caress of her lips upon my tender pussy. She kissed me from top to bottom and back up again for a time, getting a whole new set of shivers and a squeal of delight from my lips. At least I think it was from me, I don’t remember, as at the time there were bigger things on my mind than sounds being. I was home so little that I only recognized a quarter of them, and only knew names of thirty or forty of them. Father and my brothers handled the purchase of new slaves and assigning them work, so I had little contact with them.I was surprised that one of them was having dinner with us, but only because dinner was usually reserved for family and special guests. He seemed to know Father, my mothers, and Father’s concubines. Once again, I figured that Father would tell me if I needed to know. I started asking her about where she lives and she manages her life as well as for her daughter’s education and promised that I’ll help if she needs it. It was a casual chat for about 45 minutes and I asked her to clean the bedroom as she couldn’t do it in the morning session.As she went inside, I proceeded towards the main door and locked it and went behind her. I noticed that she was in washroom filling the bucket with water to clean the floor, as I entered and started talking normally, I.