” Mr Anderson lifted the girl's skirt and laid it over her lower back, revealing in the process more of those tantalizingly brief panties she had on... The red lace showed the contrast between her milky white skin and the Brazilian cut briefs. He lifted his arm ready to swing back with the ruler. He noticed the way she was squirming, struggling to stay on her toes. He decided to come down softly on the first two blows. Lindsay jumped at the first two blows, they were not as hard as she'd. Evelyn was back and her usual syrupy sweet self. Beth wished Evelyn hadn't taken yesterday off, because then it never would have happened.Beth looked across her desk at the brassy blond and thought, no, it wouldn't have happened because he'd probably be fucking you, you big titted bitch. She quickly scolded herself for such an ugly thought, telling herself she couldn't care less who he fucked.Evelyn did have big tits, Beth had to admit, and she made sure everyone knew it. She was in her early. All this should be enough but its not.As we ride the waves of pleasure, you moan and writhe in the ecstasy of our passion. I can tell that you have cheated again and already reached orgasm once or twice. But it's nothing out of the norm, it's all part of the routine, the morning ritual. Well, today I do mind. I'm tired of the routine, the usual.So, I stop. You peer back at me. I attempt to move you where I want you but its not part of our usual morning routine. You try to help me, but that's. .. her?”Each word spoken slowly, distinctly, her voice thick and lower than I’d ever heard before.Hurt Sam? Was she nuts? Wait. Stop. She doesn’t understand.“Mom, no! I love her. I could never hurt her.”Now I was crying. Jesus. This was a total disaster. Mom continued to stare at me. Then she turned to Sam, her face a little softer.“Sam, did he hurt you? Did he force you?”Sam, also in tears.“No, Mom. I love him.”Mom looked at Sam some more, then at me. That stare was back. She looked down at.