John, his felt-tip in his hand marked her body where the uniform covered, with a dotted red line, then he had her remove uniform , his wife standing n...ked as he firstly inspected her for smooth baldness, then dampness, then saying, “those dots are for your job, things that that covers, are fair game for us and tomorrow, we are going to start small…this time!” she timidly nodded, a little relieved, as he went on, “only we know the designs, you will not be able to see or change anything, we,” he. Blake hadn’t expected Denise to be this aggressive, but she was going to take advantage of it. She pulled her legs up and slid down on Denise’s fingers. Denise’s hand settled between her own legs and Blake pushed down on her fingers. She could tell by the look on Denise’s face that she had placed her hand where she could get as much enjoyment out of it as possible. Blake pushed herself up on her hands and thrust her hips down onto Denise again. Every thrust sent Denise’s fingers up inside of. She enjoyed it I enjoyed watching her eat. On my big swing I sat and enjoyed a beer. She had one and mounted me. She pulled it out and tried the blow job again. With some help she did a pretty good job. I managed to orgasm for her, that made her very happy. Handed her a tooth brush and some other items she wanted. She had a surprise for me. I was to wait outside and come in later. I showered in my bunk house and put on some shorts. She called me in to the house. I got to the door and she in. She looked very vulnerable with her bottom all raised up and prominent like that and I doubted whether the skirts were going to give either of us any real protection: the pinkness of the flesh showed through — as the cane weals were to do a little later. The only purpose of the skirts, that I could see, was that they shielded any view of our private parts when we were bent over and straddled. This was, it is true, a point on which we fifteen year old girls were sensitive.The forms of punishment.