After a long session of stroking himself off, Justine returned to class the next day to face Mr. Hawkins again.
Mr. Hawkins looked up from his desk to see a gigantic mare dickgirl looking down on him, squeezing her breasts and grinning.
"Hello, Mr. Hawkins. As you can see, I got back at Jesse. I demand a better grade on that test!"
A thick drop of milk dripped down from Justine's breast and landed on Mr Hawkins' shoe. Mr. Hawkins blinked and continued staring up at her.
"You demand it?"