Susan felt her pussy moistening. She was in a bit of a daze. While she had dreamt of this moment years before, Susan had never expected it to become r...al.Staring into Glenn’s eyes, Susan smiled and pushed his shorts down. It was not, in fact, the first time Susan had seen Glenn’s cock. They had skinny dipped alongside Becky and other friends back in the day. However, it was the first time she had done so in intimate circumstances. Glenn’s cock was already getting hard. Susan gently caressed it. She was hoping he would figure out what she was trying to do. She had heard stories from the other young women at the school that Dr. Hoffman gave out real punishments, spankings, and maybe even the cane to students who misbehaved. Mercedes wanted just that kind of punishment. She had played spanking games as c***d with her friends and she discovered that not all punishments were bad. But here at St. Vincent, the previous Headmaster wasn't a strict disciplinarian. As she grew into a real woman. Wanda knew that arguing with these men would be useless. Between wondering how much her life would change, Wanda’s mind roiled with anger over her betrayal by the Sisterhood. ‘No matter how undistinguished a soldier I was, I did NOT deserve this!’ she thought. Worse, it went against all of her training. The Sisterhood had taught her that if capture by male soldiers was imminent, she was to slit her throat. The Sisterhood even practiced the motions necessary with wooden blades so that no soldier. And it was fun. I’d slide behind the wheel, slip off my heels, sling them in the back and take off. It was best when it was just like that first time with Nigel–when I could wind down the window, and let the wind catch my hair on a warm evening and just go where the roads took me. Windy roads were best–taking me out into the country with lots of gear changes, nipping round corners and exploring the downs: wonderful. I do get a thrill from driving: my thighs rubbing together as I change gear, my.