The consequences of failure

You thought that you would be safe because of weekend, but a message on your phone said otherwise.

Since you suspended the assignment, Saturday required you to personal classes by Mr Salazar himself. So you had to go to the suburbs, in Birch street 21 to be exact.

As soon as you knock on the door, a tall black woman, dressed in what looked like a 50s sitcom attire, minus the shoes, answered the door. Her face was eerily feminine and delicate contrasting with her muscular legs and suspiciously completely straight hips. Her torso was average, while she had broad shoulders, she had boobs that could be as big as her feet and also a very marked waistline.

"Oh you must be Billie" she said "ok come inside but please, take off your shoes, I just mopped the floor." Said the intimidating yet amicable and submissive housewife. So you did what you were told. Revealing your black Hanes socks.

You had no idea how a man just a bit taller than you could dominate such 7 feet woman to this point, but you were soon discovering it. "Honey, the student is already here"

The little prick came downstairs, still formal but with an unbuttoned shirt and brown plain slippers. Six if not eight pack abs were hidden under the habitual professor clothes, a flat, chiseled and hairy chest was also exposed. Making it obvious this guy was not someone to mess with.

But as you were watching him, a familiar voice ranted and cursed upstairs. Mr Salazar yelled with authority "Amanda, please, stop that game and play a single player one instead, like that Rimjob World... We have another problem student taking recovery courses. So stop the competitive stuff until late night, ok?"

Yes, he said Amanda, it made little to no sense, with Mr Salazar and Amanda (aka Miss Scary) both being Hispanic and white but her mom being black something was suspicious.

"Thresh, please, brew some coffee... We will need it."

The evening was normal until Thresh stained your tops, which coincidentally was at the same time Amanda came downstairs to fetch something to eat.

"Oh looks like you need a clothing change" Amanda teased while she smirked deviously, taking her black sport bra and staying technically barefoot and topless (not like her fishnet tights and tops covered anything at all... Her toes and nipples were off such gothic style underwear and top respectively)