“Eighteen strokes, Blanca. You may begin.” With the precision and expertise of a true cane- mistress, Ilona’s dispassionate wieldin... of the whippy instrument evoked piteous sounds of anguish from the male whose buttocks were being striated under her masterful attention. The distraught male interspersed his expressions of distress with entreaties to stop, while the caning inexorably continued. At the end, he was weeping copiously, not from rage, not from helplessness, but. He started a nice fuckstroke on the girl, grasping her waist to try to keep her motionless so that Jenny could continue to lick Angies clit. In the meantime, Jenny felt more and more excited, watching Mr. Walkers cock ream his little girl. His balls flopped against Jennys nose with almost every thrust, and Jenny could taste his pre-cum mixed with Angies own pussy juice as it dripped from her tasty snatch. Mr. Walker was so incredibly turned on, that he underestimated how far he could. There was a long moment of silence."Well, keep going," Gary said quietly, his voice carrying over the orchestra.Sandra shook her head, her face suddenly emotional.That's it, then... ?Suddenly, a low rumble grew in the room as the orchestra quietly applauded her with their feet, having enjoyed her work.Sandra looked around, unsure whether to return to her seat."Keep going," Gary repeated louder, not letting the opportunity pass.While it was his usual practice to have one person go for no more. My hands grabbed at his shoulders as my orgasm started to- “Miss Rose,” he said and the whole class turned their heads towards me, “Are you listening?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to hide the wetness my fantasy had caused. Mr. McIntosh looked at me expectantly. “Sorry sir, I must have trailed off,” I muttered, and moaned silently as his voice caused my pussy to spasm with a mini orgasm. “Don’t let it happen again, this is important information.” He returned to his lesson and.