I opened my legs a little and slid my hand down quickly over my uniform skirt. I looked around the room to make sure no one was looking then I placed ...y hand over my burning cunt. My panties were completely soaked. I wasted no time in pushing my panties aside so I could slip my finger deep inside.What a feeling. I was masturbating just a few feet away from a classroom of my friends. Not to mention the teacher. She was busy grading papers but I knew even if she looked up at me she didn’t have a. She inserted it into M's ass, no resistance at all. Then she turned on the hose and a gush of warm water went into her bowels and then leaked out again. After 10 minutes of gut flushing Cindy extracted the shower head from M's ass.Then she grabbed a small bar of soap and pushed her clenched fist into M's ass up to the elbow. She slowly removed her fist. It came free and Janet was amazed to see that the soap was gone, deeply hidden in her bowels. Cindy took a thing from another drawer which. I knew he probably enjoyed watching them suffer.They held no malice towards him now, or if they did, they didn’t show it. It was probably water under the bridge now.“When the priest came, we were ready to say anything for mercy. He asked us to repent, and we did. We let him flog us while he marched us barefoot and topless all the way to the Église Saint-Jean-Baptiste. He marched us through Beaumont-de-Lomagne, Auterive, Gimat, and Avensac.In each village, he made us stop and gave a speech about. It had been hard, like a pencil top. she began to feel an odd sensation, like when she pushed fingers in and out of her vagina. nalini had finished her work. she looked at pooja, and saw her staring at her. well not quite her, more like her breasts. she waa used to such attention from the village jacks, but her? and she hadn't forgotten the bathing scene. what did it mean?she decided to pretend to be normal. keeping the broom away, she came and sat near pooja. pooja still wasn't speaking, so.