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You wish the principal and secretary don't notice they're naked until the final bell rings, and that they don't notice the cum all over their faces until they get home, at which time they will feel completely humiliated having walked around like that for hours. You also wish they return to work the next day hoping no one remembers and that anyone who sees them today will not tell anyone else what they saw, so the two don't get fired.

You then turn to Amina. "This school is child's play. Let's go to the state university across town."

In a flash, you are standing on campus. It's right after lunch, and the school is a bit deserted after morning classes. You wish you knew the entire school schedule. One of the afternoon classes is "Comtemporary Women's Studies." You wish you were standing in the class, but no one could see or hear you. Soon you are there.

The professor is a woman in her mid-thirties. She's an attractive, tall, slender woman, with smallish breasts, but a very cute ass. She dressed plainly in black slacks and a gold blouse. She has oval lensed glasses over her blue, and her mousy coloured hair is tied back in a pony tail. There are about a dozen coeds in her class. The professor, whose name you know is Dr. Lights, is going on about how the male-dominated court system subjugates women. You get a bright idea and turn to Amina.

"I wish she repeats everything I say though no one in here but you can hear me."

"Done!" says Amina.

Professor Lights is talking about Roe v Wade when suddenly she says, "You know I'd really love for some teenage boys to spank my ass red!" She stops and blushes. The class is shocked. She clears her throat. "Sorry, that was a joke! As I was saying The Supreme Court should...rule that I be covered in hot sticky cum every day before class!"

Dr. Lights jaw drops. She turns to her desk and grabs a bottle of water. She takes a swig and turns back to her stunned class. "I really don't know what's come over me...but I'd love a group of frat boys to cum all over me!"

Sweat is beading on her forehead, and her chest is heaving as her heartrate is speeding up and her breathing is coming harder. "I...I'm so sorry class...but you all need to be fucked like dogs while having your heads dunked in the toilet!"

You're beside yourself with laughter as you view the class's reaction to her totally flustered and bewildered professor.