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I walk into the classroom with my battered soft brown leather briefcase, closing the door behind me. It is my first day at a new college having taken over from the previous History teacher, who left for some reason I can’t seem to find out.
The door has a glass top half, the desks are all individual old dark brown, my own desk is large, old and tall. There is an old blackboard that winds round. Opposite the door windows run the length of the 1st floor classroom.
There is a black girl leaning back against my desk at the front of a noisy class, wearing a short thigh length skirt and white shirt with 4 buttons undone.
“Right quieten down class and sit down please.”
You turn round to face me leaning over the desk as I sit down, put my case on the floor and glancing up.
I can’t help but notice your tits thrusting out of your top, “very nice”, I think to myself, “has she undone another button?”
“I run this class, I’m not gonna have the troubl
