I smashed my thick booty Jewish teacher last night

paddling.

Then she sucked up her tears and said, "Are you ready to master my booty, sir, or shall

I use my mouth on you some more?"

"Excuse my language, Mrs. Schwartz, but this is some crazy shit.

I'm a little confused now," said Isaiah.

"Confused about what?"

"I'm your property.

My booty belongs to you," said the sniffling Mrs. Schwartz.

"Why and how did they get you to be my initiated sex slave?" said Isaiah.

"Well, last night your father called me to set up the time to pick me up from school.

He could tell from my voice that I had been crying, and he heard my husband sobbing in

the background.

I broke down and I told him that Sal's electronics store was being closed and going out of business

and that we were strapped for cash.

He came over very late with two other men and made a deal with my husband," said Francesca.

"What kind of deal?

Who are these men?" said the curious Isaiah.

"Two black men, Mr. Horace Partlow and Mr. Claude Jackson.

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