” As if that explained it.We kept looking.“Alright, then. Jara got fired from his Postal job ... been on the dol for a few ... three nights ago he...shows up with this mate of his. They started racking in the loo, his mate was off his head and Jara, the bastard, sold me. Fuck me. I might be up the spout. I dunno. It’s too soon to test.“The bastard called me a Quadroon slut because I wouldn’t suck his while his mate was doing me fanny. Then he ups and hits me. Took me ring and walked off. Me boss. Can I help?,” my man asks as I stand, hands on hips with my legs apart and flaunt myself for him. “I want to watch you two men strip for me first,” I reply. Ned is quick to oblige as my man and I watch his every move. When Ned is down to just his jeans, he slowly slides the zip down and lets his semi-erect cock and balls fall out. “Wow,” my man and I exclaim in unison as he slides his jeans down to his ankles and steps out of them. Ned follows and slides his jeans down to his ankles and steps. Feeling his hands move to my inner tights our tongues flicking cross each others heads moving side to side I parted my legs a little his hand slide across my little clitlit hidden under my tight swimsuit. I moved my hand down over his body to his groin. MMMM I let out a soft moan feeling his hard cock. His hand busy pulling my swimsuit aside and I unzipping his slacks he took my clitlit between his thumb and finger like he has done hundreds of times before. As our lips broke from the kiss I. ” “I’m sure your little friends will presume that I will relent and give you a softer punishment; don’t you think?” He twirled the three foot cane between his fingers, “But you and I both know that you must be punished in exactly the same manner. Don’t we, Miss Simpson?” “Yes sir.” I sighed at the thought of my impending chastisement. “Stay where you are Miss Simpson.” Mr Skinner said sternly as I began fidgeting because my back was aching as the Headmaster changed the thin cane for a.