"I was thinking," Eddie went on "It's only a month till I finish thissession, we could all do with a holiday, why don't I book something wecan get awa... from it all just chill and relax, what do you say." Sounds good to me, where do you have in mind?" Don't know leave it with me I'll get back to you, Love you," he said."I miss you babes," I replied as he hung up.Me and Carol met up on Wednesday lunch time for a coffee."So what happened once you left the club?" she asked I went over thedetails. You rub the oiled balls wherever you can reach on my arms, my legs – but I barely notice it. All my attention is focussed on those moments when the crotch of your pants brushes up against my exposed sex. I long for the touch, anticipate it, but cannot move towards it. I lie there, at your mercy. You are thorough in your massage, the little nodules penetrating deeper than bare hands would – nothing will rush you and you won’t leave a spot unattended. You set an achingly slow, restrained pace as. They walked meekly behind some of the older students. Sandra tried hard not to stare at the k**s… who were, disturbingly, around her own age, or maybe a year older. She felt very vulnerable, walking alone in the school, no panties… and she tried to ignore just how excited it also made her feel, how turned on she was becoming. She looked for her first teacher, trying not to meet anyone’s gaze. Most of the students ignored young Sandra, a few smiled at her. They could tell she was new, she had. Indeed Helen could faintly hear through the door a whirring followed by a cracking noise which she recognised as the sound of a beating; sure enough it was repeated and was followed by a squeal, or a scream, she could not be sure. Then quite clearly she heard someone sobbing "No ... No ... No." as the sound of the belt or whip continued steadily.Suddenly Helen felt a twinge of fear. That was Karl beating Jacqui, whom he had just bought and then sold again an hour or two later. What would he do.