Ronni Loves Serving Whitmen

“Sure am” said Ronni, “I teach mathematics at the town high school. Fred’s got a boy in my Sophomore class. Good kid but really struggling with Algebra. Unfortunately he’s gotten quite a few low grades from me. Every time I have to fail him I know I’ll see his dad in the singles room the following Sunday.” That sounded very cruel. Here Ronni was just doing her job and she was getting punished for it. You were mad, it seemed like the Whitman Society’s reputation was crumbling before you. Before telling off Wayne and leaving forever though you wanted to get some more dirt.

“I bet you hate that you have to face retribution for doing your job, huh Ronni?” you said in a leading fashion. “Oh no! In fact I look forward to Fred on those Sundays. Or any father or student who is upset with my grading.”

Your face was frozen in astonishment. No way had she meant that. She saw your reaction and gave some more detail. “John, I know you’re new to our society. What you need to understand is that as a Whitwoman I truly live to serve men. I love when Fred comes up to me and start slapping my tits. That means he has some stress built up inside of him and I’m helping him release it. It’s really the best part of my week.”

That was an incredible answer. “Wait….but don’t you sort of cause that stress?” you commented. “Why don’t you just not fail his kid then he won’t be stressed in the first place?” Ronni replied, “John, the reason why the Whitman Society works is because we all play our roles. Women support men by raising children, cleaning the house, cooking, offering their bodies for sex, allowing men to release stress on them, and occasionally holding their own specialized jobs. Men play their roles by performing the work, making the rules, and keeping our society together. My role during the day is to be a Math teacher. I do that role the best I can and that often means handing out bad grades. In the Singles Room though I exist to pleasure any man that will have me.”

Sort of made sense to you. A society couldn’t function just being a never ending orgy. Your mind went back to something Ronni said. She didn’t just say that father’s use her, but “students” too. “Ronni, when you said students…….do you fuck your students?” Ronni said that she did, but only the ones that were over 18 and Whitmen.

A teacher who fucks her students? You had to hear more.