Vicki swallowed the spunk, looked up at Brad, “thank you for your patience with me master.” She stood up and hugged her son, ending the slave time... and becoming the teacher. In her mind Vicki was making a mental note, this is lesson number three. She smiled as she said, “We need to work on the spanking. You need to make my butt red.” She didn’t want to scare him by saying make her butt hurt, although that’s what she meant. She would make that clear after he became more assertive and confident.. It’s tempting me a bit”Me: “Naughty girl. I just have a few requirements if that were to happen. Ok?”She was willing to entertain me this time. “Sure. Tell me more”Me: “You know how I’ve always showed you interracial porn? I love how hot it looks and how naughty it feels. I don’t want you to fuck a white guy like me because that would feel like cheating. If you were to fuck a black guy, that’s different because you would be getting something you’re not getting from me. Tell me how does this. We both spend a few minutes looking and then I realise I don’t need to be doing this, I have a slave!!!!! And I tell her that I’ll be sat in the sun waiting for her to find it. At this point she grabs my arm and pulls me back, pleading that I let her off the rest of the day.As it happens, I wasn’t really into it anyway and had pretty much run out of things for her to do anyway, so when she suggested that if she showed me her “front bottom” we could call it quits for the day, I nearly choked!. All the students are disappointed at this. One day I asked her: what’s your problem mam? Can I help you? She said that: here you can’t do anything for me. Then I leave it. Next week I meet my friend Swathi. She studied with me in 7th.And she is a close relative of Ranjini teacher. I asked her what Ranjini’s problem is. She said that she is married for 5 years and she didn’t have a baby till now. I feel very sad about her…Next day after class I met her..I said her that i know your problemShe:.