Yes?"Both nodded slowly to acknowledge."Hailey mentioned it already, but when we were all together last night, you obviously noticed the scars I have ...ver my breast, shoulders, and back?"Again, both nodded slowly."Those are all souvenirs that Bobby and I picked up during our last mission. The SEALs came in and bailed us out."It was well said. Sandy looked between the two girls who had turned a very Goth shade of white. Their eyes told the whole story."Bobby, you said they were 'war wounds',". He led me to the bedroom and helped me to lie down, and what a relief it turned out to be. I was barely even aware of my surroundings anymore. The urge to inspect my father’s apartment was entirely overwhelmed by the need to close my eyes and to get some rest. My stomach was burning, my arms and legs didn’t obey me, I was a mess.So you can imagine my surprise when I heard the noise of my belt buckle being undone, after which I felt my jeans being pulled right off my legs. I opened my eyes. He probably would have tasted a bit of his saliva. I remember feeling the heat radiating from each other’s bodies. My nipples touched his, and his cock touched my pussy. That was enough to wake the huntress in me.The kissing intensified. I could still taste the dry pussy juices deposited around his lips. I could feel his hands going down to my ass, grabbing it, spanking it. He was horny again. He wanted more. Before he could push me down on the bed, I started grinding my pussy on his cock.My. Do you understand?’You bet I did. ‘Yes, Miss Bates.’‘Very well. You’d better join the other girls and get started!’I belatedly realised that there were three other girls already seated in the classroom – my attention had clearly been elsewhere! They were all looking at me with wide eyes, having listened avidly to Miss Bates’ explanation.I quietly went to sit down and winced. After my last spanking at the hands of the prefects, sitting down was absolutely the last thing my bottom and thighs.