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I find myself alone with you in the classroom during lunch, the door closed and the rest of the world seemingly forgotten. After I dismiss the last of the students, I face the camera with a mix of reluctance and resignation. I ask how you are going to degrade me today, upset at the thought of pee on my face or cum on my lunch. When you tell me it's your butt for lunch, my disgust is clear. I plead for anything else, but you insist. Reluctantly, I get on my knees, eye contact locked with the camera. I tell you to lay on the desk and put your legs up. As you take your pants off, I recoil at the smell. I roll my eyes at your underwear, clearly disgusted after getting a whiff. You insist I move closer, and I sniff you again, complaining but complying. Periodically, I sniff and complain, licking and kissing reluctantly. I call myself a butt slut, my voice a mix of resignation and self-loathing, as I continue to talk and complain, fulfilling my role to the end.