Since Mrs. Jones always wanted my legs spread apart for my spankings, I spread my legs apart for Mrs. Smith. She must have noticed because she said, ...You spread your legs without asking which is very good. I see that Mrs. Jones has trained you very well. Now get ready to be spanked with the hairbrush."Then she started to spank me with the hairbrush. I had strange feelings as she spanked me. Although I felt the sting of the hairbrush on my naked, upturned bottom, I was also feeling pleasure. He did say that he love my big arse. Did he not? I leant over the back of the couch. He aimed his cock at my dripping-wet pussy and pushed it all the way in, in one quick rush. "Tell me what you think of my body. And how I can improve on it." I love your arse, mom. So big, round and fleshy. I think your whole body would look even more sexy when it is covered in your glistening sweat or water droplets from a shower. I wish you have thicker hair down there. All the way from just above your. As I watched this man, I saw my foster dads, animals, the lot of them, coming home drunk and pummelling me senseless for trivial errors. Not today, Sonny Jim.I put my bag in the backseat and went to the trunk. I retrieved the L-shaped tire iron from there and slid half of it down the back of my pants. Sure, to anyone behind me, it was obvious what I was trying to conceal, but to anyone in front of me, they'd have no idea what kind of suffering awaited them. I closed the trunk and made my way to. Well not in the middle of, more like stroking each other’s clits approaching climax when, Matron was doing her rounds, spotted the light under the door and burst in on us. She stood there quite a while taking in the sight of our young bodies, legs spread wide, tight little bare pussies spread apart with juice glistened fingers stroking each other’s clits!I had developed a good radar, since my incident with the pervy old Doctor, to recognise whether someone had a sexual interest in me. Something.