My first class every day, was Spanish, where I got to see my teacher Ms. Kight (not real name). She was only 26 and had a daughter who would ever so ...ften join her in class. Ms. Kight was the definition of a hour glass with a lot of ass Latina lady who every boy would absolutely jerk off to. She constantly had old students, Male and female join her in her class sessions and she always had the boys gawking at her, hell even the bi-curious girls would always talk about how they wanted to fuck. Her eyes went back and forth from his dark scary eyes to his chisled chest to that enourmous horselike thing between his legs. Then, her pool like blue eyes locked on his black eyes and she could not look away. He raised his right arm and pointed straight at her, neither making a sound. Then with his finger, he motioned for her to come to him. Trembling with fear but, not able to stop herself, Eve walked toward this Man b**st god. When she was close enough he grabbed her by both arms. He held. "What would you have me do with her?"Hermione hears the sounds of clothes rustling and deducts that the Minister is redressing. Then she hears him sit back in his chair and grab a sheet of parchment. "Take her back to Hogwarts for further punishment by whatever means you deem necessary…keep fucking the rebellion out of her if that's what it takes." Very well then. Get dressed, Miss Granger," Umbridge orders.Hermione, finally given permission, scrambles to cover herself."Leave the panties," she. 'You still practising Mariel', he asked me in a posh accent, his tongue licking his fat lips. I cast a glance towards daddy, he seemed fixated and strangely excited, the hardness of his stare spoke a million words, 'you're becoming a young woman now', echoed through my head, and my body ached between my legs.'Just boring stretches', I replied, my voice sounding thick, I could feel myself lubricating and opening up, and cast another glance in daddy's direction, he was smiling and nodding,.