Go visit Amber's professor

When class ends, the professor and her "assistant" leave. You see four naked men with collars on them walk in and start moving around on the floor around you. One student gets up and moves towards one of the guys, whispering something before pointing towards Amber. The guy nods and continue under the floors here. You move up slowly and watch as the other classmates continue to look over at Amber and you while leaving. You starts packing Amber's stuff while she looks back at her classmates with red in her eyes. Again, you realize that you are the only **** in the class who isn't wearing clothes but you decided you've asked enough questions and done enough trouble for today.

Grabbing her backpack, you two head towards the professor's office. You want to go quietly, but Amber immediately grabs your arm and gives you another peck on the cheek before leading you there. When you two reach the professor's office, Amber knocks and she tells you to come in. You see the professor behind her desk with two quite large chairs on the other side. You don't see her "assistant" anywhere. She directs Amber to one chair where Amber sits cross-legged. Out of habit, you sit your naked ass in the other chair and look at the professor.

Amber looks at you, give a small chuckle and smiles. The professor though erupts, "Ms. Johnson! I understand that your family's wealth has allowed you to engage in some idiosyncrasies but I must insist! Those chairs are for students and faculty! Please ask your **** to sit on the ground as is appropriate." You look over at Amber who's looks stoic but motions for you to sit down onto the ground. You quickly move down and keep your head down.

The professor continues, "Now, Ms. Johnson, I understand your wish that your **** here remain naked at all times. It's a strange request as, oooooh, that's the spot--." Just then the professor groans massively. The professor raises her hand in an upward signal and you suddenly see the young black 'assistant' pop up from under his desk. You realize that he must have been under the table the entire time licking her pussy.

You start to sport at least a semi-hard erection at the idea that he's been licking the gorgeous professor's pussy the entire time. You try to keep your eyes down while she continues, "As I said, Ms. Johnson, please understand that you are no longer in your small town anymore. Your wealth may allow you access to many slaves but that is not normal for the rest of us. For example, this gentlemen below me - John, James, Jack, whatever his name, I don't even know - and his lineage is a benefit granted as part of my professorship earned earlier this year when I was granted tenure and the prior professor retired. His tongue so to speak, her father's tongue, and her father's father's tongue have been a part of this institution for over one hundred years. I otherwise could not afford such a privilege on an educator's salary. Still, there are strict written and unwritten rules that must be followed. I understand that, for whatever reason, you choose to keep your **** there naked which isn't illegal but recognize that the other students do find that quite unusual."

Amber responds in almost a rage, "As you said, it is not illegal. It's my choice and I choose for him to be naked at all times. I have no idea why it should matter to anyone else. He is not theirs to possess."

The professor excuses herself and takes a moment to direct the head below her to use more tongue before he resumes steadily licking her pussy. She resumes, "As to your antics today, Ms. Johnson, you need to review your student handbook. The first row of every classroom is the designated area for specific **** sexual gratification antics. That row has men assigned to lick the floor clean of any vaginal fluids after every class for a reason. As you can imagine, quite a few of the young ladies leave a mess, even though they are supposed to train their men to keep it clean and reduce littering."

You look over at Amber who's stoic face shows that she's not going to back down. She looks over at you and gives a small smile. Your cock hardens at Amber's strength and confidence.

Continuing she adds, "Now, the first row is for slaves to lick their master's pussies. Now, I hear reports from students that you instructed him to use his fingers inside you. Further we also have the issue of your ****'s repeated problems with having a hardened cock. I see" - peering down at you - "that even now, his cock is again full erect. I'm not sure what is going on her, young lady, but as you know, male slaves are good for physical labor tasks and for cunnilingus and for not much more --."

Amber interrupts, "Most male slaves are only good for those two tasks. There are some who excel in more." The professor shows real interest and asks, "So are you saying that you asked him to use his fingers? That his erection is not an accident? Not a medical condition? That he's actually shown interest in Caucasian females? That he would be interested in sexual relations with white women? That would be quite unusual."

Your ears perk up. If the other slaves weren't actually interested in these women, were they just licking pussy as a form of work? Amber uncrosses her legs and you see a wet spot forming on her pants as she remarks, "Not just interest but fully capable - in fact, quite excellent at it if I may say."

The professor practically jumps out of the seat to say, "So you're saying that you've had sexual relations with your ****? That's he's actually interested in pursuing you, beyond the typical -- oh, hold on, god." The professor then turns her focus on herself, grabbing her own breasts while starting to moan a few times. After a few short moans, she's obviously cummed right there.

The professor raises her head up, and closes her eyes in thought. Your cock is now fully hard at this scene. The professor slowly moves her head back down and looks puzzled as Amber, asking, "Ms. Johnson, before we continue, do you wish to do something about your obvious distraction?" She points in the general area of Amber's now soaking shorts before pointing to you and ask, "is he going to help you?"