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Damn. Next, I handed out a quick quiz on it, sat down at my desk, and pulled out my phone. Anael appeared as my students worked on the test, the angel naked as always, her body lithe and petite. She sauntered around the classroom, unseen by my students, while I started peeking in at the girls, seeing what they were like, what I could do to improve them and make them happy. It was idle browse, not indian really learning about them but admiring how they appeared naked on the screen as I browsed through them, getting the highlights. Babette had puffy, pink nipples topping her small breasts. They were just so cute. Evita turned out to have her right nipple pierced by a gold ring and a tattoo of a blossoming lily on her left breast. What a naughty thing to find on a Christian girl. Nikkole, it turned out, had a shaved pussy, her slit tight. Anael paused by Nikkole as I browsed the cheerleader. I wasn't surprised to learn Nikkole had lost her virginity already. She was fucking not only Matthew, but two other members of the football team, though none of them knew it. I shook my head at that. “Mmm, she is a bit of a slut,” Anael purred. “She could be your slut.” I paused time by tapping a button on the screen and asked, “What?” “Nikkole,” Anael said. “You're in her profile. Just make a few tweaks. She could be your little cheerleader slut. Don't tell me you've never thought of enjoying this.” The air rippled about Anael and clothing appeared on her naked body. None of my students could see her, or touch her. The gray and purple uniform of a Rainier College cheerleader. The pleated skirt fell down her rump, alternating bands of purple and gray. It was shorter than ones the college's actual cheerleaders wore. She turned, the sleeveless top molded to her torso, outlining her small breasts. The school's angel mascot had her wings spread wide over those titties, though it was missing the usual white toga and instead was naked. It was Anael. “You've never wanted to enjoy those cheerleaders,” Anael asked as she turned again, letting me appreciate every bit of her. She wore white, knee-high socks like Courtney was wearing. She bent over Nikkole's desk, almost nuzzling at the time-paused cheerleader's face The short skirt rose, a tantalizing hint of Anael's rump appeared. “I've wanted them,” I said, open to my desires for my students now. “What's your point?” “That you can enjoy them now,” she purred. “I mean, you haven't edited the mayor and those stuffy city councilmen for a reason. You want to have fun with your abilities.” She wiggled her skirt at me, the pleats dancing about her thighs. “And you can't have fun if you do that.” Mark nodded his head yes, so I said ok remember you asked for this. The breeze hit Deana's front and sealed the thin fabric to her skin; it contoured to her every curve. Betsy was laughing. “If you’re a good baby, maybe in a week or two, we’ll let you use a sippy cup. "Oh, I should have taken off my panties Master." You sure are brutal." I mashed my tongue onto her clit. I was yawning, so I crawled into bed and turned off the light. She asked her dad what he was going to do with the boys gone and he told her he would spend the time vegetating in front of the TV. I’m conflicted. But the wicked seduction indian had been but a mask of their sexuality, and now the demonic veil was lifted from their faces, and the evil glint was gone from their gaze. Ronnie finally opened her beautiful black eyes and was smiling.