"Teacher! Here! NOW!" said the demanding student from across the cafeteria.
"Oh I'm sorry, needs me!" said Bruce, the new substitute teacher. There was a little friction from the staff since this was a rural school and Bruce was from the city, but he thought people were starting to get used to him.
"ON YOUR KNEES BITCH!!" said the young boy, a troublemaker according to the other teachers, but Bruce knew he just needed special attention.
"SUCK!" the child yelled, and Bruce obeyed, the kids cock was already out and hard, nobody made a move to stop him, since this was a religious practice and we were in a red state.
"Mmmmm that's right that's my bitch!" said the boy as Bruce continued to suck, harder, deeper, faster and more passionately. This boy needed all the attention Bruce could give, at least that was Bruce's theory, and the school therapist agreed...once the lawsuit concluded which the boy won, which guaranteed him full religious protections, no matter his denomination.
"*SLURRP SLURP SUCK SUCK GARGLE SLURRRRRRP!*"
The boy was clearly responding to this new treatment plan. Bruce was dressed head to toe as a woman, beautiful wig, professionally done nails, a very sexy skintight cocktail dress. Bruce looked quite beautiful to the boy, but to everyone else Bruce looked like a disgraced tragic faggot. To the boy though, even though he didn't want to admit it and even abused Bruce himself, Bruce was his angel.