Teacher Ava
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Hello students! My name is Mrs Ava and I'm one of Madison's best kept dirty secrets-- I can be your dirty lil secret too. *wink* I'm in the teaching profession... sex education being my favorite subject. My lessons are very hands on, and I expect your undivided attention... good students shall be rewarded *wink*
There are no taboos with me when sharing your fantasies. Not only can I keep a secret, but I am willing to talk about ANYTHING! I always keep an open mind when it cums to sex-- not to mention my legs... wide and very open *wink*. I'm 51% sweetheart, 49% bitch... so don't push it!
I expect to receive a call from you shortly. Afterall, you don't want to be late for class, now do you? Tardiness will not be tolerated, and gets you a one way ticket straight down to the principals office-- hope you don't plan on sitting down anytime soon! Be on time, if you know what's best for you. Call me, don't keep me waiting.
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Strict Lectures
Sex Education
ABDL Punishment
Bare Butt Spankings
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October 30, 2009
Its the night before candy day when all the diapered little ones can’t sleep because they know its so close to Halloween when they can be someone they usually can’t be in the usual day to day life but your all excited because you get to dress up and have fun in those cute costumes and go door to door for that candy everyone enjoys giving out to you but you like saying treat or trick i can just hear you in that sweet voice of yours say please and thank you so have a […]
October 26, 2009
A be”witch”ing poem for the sake of the Halloween spirit. In a city, on the border Of Greenwich Harbor and Bly, Maine Lies a scene, dubbed out of order The people don’t like to explain For when nightfall finds its calling And the ground is damp with dew A strange, mist-like fog starts falling Believed from the witches brew. When the haze drifts on the hillside The scent of sulfur fills the air Streaking ‘cross the ebbing high tide Till the fog is everywhere Then the night becomes quite stoic ‘Neath the bright yellow facade […]