..and that is why the colonial forces of Belgium ultimately failed in their occupation of the Congo,” Pam Hiragawa said as she stood on the lectern,...her debate cards clutched in her hands. They were blue index cards, her slim fingers holding on to them tightly. The girl spoke with a stilted cadence. Her facts were good, but she still was shy about speaking in public.I squirmed in the seat of the hard, metal folding chair, watching as my debate team took on our rivals. All our practice the last. As we kissed with vigour, our hands were exploring our other erogenous zones. I started caressing her breasts with my right hand. Then I pulled up her salwar, inserted my hand into her bra and started tweaking her pointy nipples. I could sense her getting more horny every time I squeezed her nipples. She responded by kissing even more forcefully and started pushing her pelvis onto my crotch.By now my left hand was deep inside her panties and was exploring her love holes. I rubbed on her asshole. 'Ok guys, I think little Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson!' Called out Mike, Sophie's bare feet skidded on the sticky floor as she felt herself being pulled towards one of the counters.'...H-hey!' Sophie started to object when she felt Ash's hands on her waist, lifting her up then pushing her over the counter top. She wriggled but a firm hand on her back kept her bent over and her feet didn't touch the ground. She tried to reach back to tug her skirt over her ass, but her hands were. Ass up high,” Anita hissed, as she pushed the girls face down low and released her grip in her hair. “Yes Mistress,” the girl whimpered, her voice thick with desire. Anita went to the boot of the car and flung the tailgate open. She returned with a heavy looking leather holdall, and a spreader bar, with black leather restraints at each end. She threw the items down beside the blonde girl, who remained still, breathing hard, watching. Anita stepped to me and took the crop. She had raised her.