Softly speaking the word wow as she feels the hardness and thickness, she strokes my dick up and down. My hand travels up towards her panties. I can't...resist taking a look seeing she’s wearing pale pink mesh boy shorts. Feeling over it I find her clit is now nice and swollen. My finger traces down to a nice big moist spot on her panties. I slide my hand into them and feeling how smooth her pussy is as she continue to stroke my cock. I begin to finger her while the rest of the class is still. The soft pink velour enveloped her.He pushed her legs apart and flicked up the skirt of her little dress. He said, “Stay-ups and a tiny string. Lovely,” as he pulled the thin purple string from between Em’s legs.He bit her ass, gently, both cheeks. Then he licked the length of her slit, his tongue firmly parting its lips.“Do you have hair?” he asked in a throaty voice.“Yes,” said Em, also throatily. “It’s very tiny. It wants to meet yours.”He unzipped her dress and pulled it off, with Em’s. I ran my tongue all around his hole and tasted every inch of it. I wanted to savour this moment for the rest of my life, I started to kiss his asshole, prentended it was a mouth and his butt-cheeks were the lips. My tongur thrust rapidy in and, in and out, round and round, round and round. Tristam was moaning in ecstasy. I reached my hand round to his front and felt his hard cock carress my palm. I grabbed onto it and moved my hand up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster....'OH. By the time forty strokes came, he was sobbing his heart out. At the fifty stroke mark, he did something that he had never done before. He used the safeword. "Mercy, Margaret! Mercy, I beg you!" he cried between sobs.Margaret paused. She was pleased he had finally arrived at this point. She didn't know if she would have been able to push him much further if he had refused to break. She smiled to herself, put the cane down and examined her handiwork. Tom's bottom was in a dreadful state. It was.