All Jenkinseses are 18+.
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Once again I find you in my office, Jenkins. I’m starting to think you enjoy being here. A wasp sting again?
Bees this time, sir. It’s really tender.
Well, let me see… Good lord. Judging by the size of that swollen dumptruck ass, you must have fallen butt first into a whole hive.
I don’t think you’re allowed to talk about me like-
You don’t really think much at all, do you, Jenkins? I'll talk about you however I wish. You really are the most stupid, clumsy boy I’ve ever taught. Those braindead bimbo bulges suit you rather well, don’t they?
… y-yes, sir.
Well I can say with certainty there’s no girl in the school whose uniform will contain that juicy ass of yours. Run along to the staff room. Mrs Robinson has aerobics class on Thursdays evenings. You’ll find her gym clothes in the bag on the hook.
What? Y-you want me to wear a teacher’s clothes?
Just the leotard will suffice. We don’t want to be stimulating you with her underwear - we know how sensitive your nipples stretched like this. Return to my office wearing it. I want you to show me how well it fits.
B-but-
Oh, don't try to feign modesty now, Jenkins. Your plump little body is nothing I haven’t seen before.