Mike's friends confirmed Colleen's room number from the registry and during her 3:00 PM class they planted their devices in her room. Mike said he pla...ted his device in her car late Friday night while his friends bugged her office telephone. He also told me that security on campus was a joke. I told him that they probably didn't have enough money to have an adequate security force.I asked if he had learned anything yet. He said they hadn't learned anything worth telling me. She had been eating. Make sure you have at least a couple bills on you any time you stop." Got it, Dad."Justin stepped out the door and walked over to the van - by himself for the first time. The hunt was on.A chance encounter with a 70s Chevy pickup sporting deer antlers for a hood ornament and carrying a wrought-iron gate in the back had drawn Justin off the beaten path. His picking radar was spot on, because the truck led him to a yard filled with rusty classic cars and numerous outbuildings. The old man had. Hands started grabbing her ass, her breasts, her legs. They took turns kissing her, biting her neck, rubbing her lower back. She had worn a skirt, heels and plain blouse that day, and it wasn’t long before buttons were undone and her skirt was over her hips. Her face was getting flush…a clear sign she was turned on.Suddenly a hand was between her thighs, rubbing her pussy. A quick movement of her panties and that same hand inserted a finger, then two, into her already wet pussy. He started. Lucy Cardwell simply shrugged her shoulders.“Very well. I know from your behaviour record that you’re no stranger to what happens in detention – so I will give you the choice, young lady.” Pauline paused and pulled her red cardigan around her tightly and held it closed.“Miss Benson’s lines or your spanking first?” The twenty-two-year-old teacher asked, almost embarrassingly.She couldn’t believe that she was going to have to punish any of her students in such a way or that Lucy Cardwell, who was.