"That was quite a spanking you gave me Miss; I know I deserved it though and will willingly accept any other punishments from you when you think I hav... earned them. I will certainly think very hard before spanking anyone again in front of the Headmaster." Gemma smiled back. "On the contrary Johnson, you must still do what the Headmaster asks for but I think you may well find he has changed his mind as well." Gemma smiled to herself thinking about how the Headmasters wife was now very much in. Maggie and I rolled apart and lay on the floor looking up and still laughing like drains. It was Jack. He was trying to keep his face serious but I could tell that he was suppressing a grin. ‘When you two silly buggers have finished pissing about,’ he said, ‘You might consider coming down to the yard, Boris Keppel’s foreman has turned up with a JCB digger and a truck load of scaffolding.’ I sprang up and pulled Maggie to her feet. ‘Thanks, Jack,’ I managed, ‘we will both be down in a minute.’ . “I really do,” I said.“I have this amazing bottle of Dom Perignon that needs to be popped in my hotel room,” he said.“Well what are we waiting for?” I said. “Let’s start popping.”They both laughed.“I’ll drink to that,” David said making no effort to hide looking right at my tits. We went to Jeffrey’s room and we didn’t end up popping open the Dom Perignon but instead they ended up popping me. They didn’t wait until we got in the room. Both of them were all over me in the elevator. When we got. "God, I wish they were big like Mommy's," she moaned. She caressed her sizzling flesh. Tiny goose bumps dotted her smooth silky skin.Her fingers trembled. She tore at her shorts, shoving them down over her slim girlish hips. With her heart pounding, she stared at her lithe figure, silky blonde pussy mound, and small sensitive tits.She skimmed her small trembling hands over her flat tummy, combed her fingers through her light silky pussy hair.She turned to the bed, glancing back over her.