She deliberately stumbled and allowed the parasol almost, though not quite, to fail to shade her Mistress. The whip struck her hard on the rump, sever...l times, making her shriek. She felt that her own position as the lowliest of the low had been regained - for a time.Francine began to feel so thirsty that she began to pray for water - even a drop - to ease her agony, but the Lady Fortescue would decide when she drank. The Parasol Slave put all thoughts of refreshment from her mind. If her. She could never resist it when her son did that, she knew he could twisther round his little finger when he tried really hard. "Silly billy." Shesmiled. "Alright, go and put the kettle on and make the tea then and I'llpop up and change, if it makes you happier." Oooo thank you mummy, yes it does." Peter blew a kiss at his mother andalmost skipped into the kitchen to make their tea.She headed upstairs to her bedroom, undoing her jeans as she went.Arriving inside she took them and her sweatshirt. Hellene was about to go crazy with me teasing her.I finally started down across her stomach stopping at her navel to lick and tickle this delightful little morsel for a while, driving Her even more up the wall of desire.When I moved on, she just knew I was about to get to the good part but I had a surprise for her. I kissed and licked as far as the top of her delightful bush before lifting up and going to her feet where I licked and sucked on her right foot and toes, slowly licking my way up. It looked serene, not a sound was heard. She wondered to herself if any of the students had gone to sleep. She decided to check it for herself.She walked through the corridor where the girls were boarded. She did hear a few giggles in the room, but everything sounded normal. Satisfied with what she had observed, she walked over to the section where the boys were staying. The first two rooms seemed normal.She tried to listen to what they were talking about. But they were only talking about the.