Oddly enough, it was all nine of them, starting with Red. The majority of massage therapy training is hands on work and I knew for a fact that student... got to practice their skills on each other throughout the semester. Those lucky little bastards I thought as I mentally groped the women in the group. What I would give to get my hands on each one of them I mused.The mood in the classroom was casual and lighthearted as her students laughed and talked about whatever crossed their minds. As she. He named it for himself and for Lana Turner whom he had been married to the beautiful movie star back in the early 50's. He was the one to file for divorce after that one year of wedded bliss. Uncle Bernie called that year 'wedded lust'. He told his nephew that it was heaven in bed and hell on earth out of it.Soon the room was full of the ten plus Mr. & Mrs. Timothy Alvin Davis. She stood to shake hands with a killer smile on her face. Most of the men stared at her body which was lush even. ‘Get up Sarah. We need to go on to the next phase of the punishment’Sarah stood up looking a little shaky. Her face was red from bending over my knee but her nipples were rock hard and she was panting. I stood up and removed my dressing gown so I was naked.‘Take your skirt and your blouse off then bend back over my knee. You’ll get another 20 blows and your punishment will be over’Sarah slowly unfastened her skirt then pushed it down her legs until she could step out of it. I could see her. Grateful." Yes Mistress", the new slave whispered meekly, writhing a little awkwardly as she struggles to stand upright, a barely audible buzzing giving some hint to the source of her discomfort.The mistress continues tracing her fingers down her captured master's helpless form, then along the shape of his swollen member bulging through his shorts, teasing him wickedly before pulling it free. "My my...you're quite excited, aren't you Master?" Yes Mistress" Perhaps you should be the sub more.