"They're fucking jiggling. The bitch wants it," another replied,unwilling to even pretend to be trying to go unheard by James.James clutched his purs... and the bags of food in his hand harder as hetried to ignore them. The men continued with their comments, evenwhile James came up next to him.James sensed that he would never feel more degraded and objectified bywhat the men probably thought were compliments. As one gave him awolf whistle as he passed, James froze.James pivoted on his heels. He caressed her arm. He felt as if he is moving his palm on a velvet cloth.He took her palm in his hand and raised it, brought it near his mouth and kissed her fingers. He leaves her arm and caressed her naval part covered with dress. He let his palm stay over there for some time and caressed there. He lowered his palm and let it glide over her thigh. He caressed her thighs, one after another. He felt, she has perfect pair of thighs.He lowered his palm he came in direct touch with her bare. “Ooohhh-… it hurts! Take it out, take it out!”The cheeks of her rear pushed outward as her muscles tried to expel the burning sensation thrust up her rectum. Every time she tried however, the burning just became worse as the walls of her insides squeezed down around the root. Keeping his hand pressed against the small of her back, the headmaster lifted the rattan cane high up into the air.“Swish!”“Aaaiiihh-…”The moment the cane hit, Sarah made the mistake of clenching down and paid the price.. This time I learned her name, Helen as she was introduced when replying to one of my questions. I challenged her answer a bit to intimidate her but not to much to make her feel stupid. Taking the opportunity to mention my mail, my office number and that they could easily drop me a mail in case they need help. 2nd week in UK, Helen was more active in the class, I was keep passing by her spot siting a couple of times on the desk in front of her as I was lecturing. At the end of the class she.