Panting and hands on hips she turned the music off and padded over, sweat pearling on her, running down her cheeks, her tits and to her waist and that...small slit of pink framed by a patch of hair..... I think she had some idea of what was coming when I told her to go upstairs and get her sripey blue T shirt. She smiled then walked away. I heard her stumble a little on the stairs then moments later she returned, the T shirt belted at her waist, clinging to her where she sweat. She was all blond. Bruce and Charlie had released my wrist and was stroking their cocks as they watched Daniel's huge fuck tool enter my tightly clinching anal opening. I could not move my entire body was now shaking something awful. Daniel was now pulling half his twelve inch cock out and pushing it back into my anus. I knew Daniel started to increase the pace of his fucking, slowly working his cock faster and faster in and out of my butt. I gripped the other side of the desk and held on for dear life. Bruce. It took both girls a few moments to carefully get to their feet. Both rubbed the tears from their eyes before walking over to the large table and reluctantly picking up one of the large, wooden-backed clothes brushes that the Deputy Head Mistress had laid out. They walked back to Helen and Jasmine and meekly handed the ladies the brushes. Ms. Storey tapped her brush hard against the palm of her right hand and waved it at Abbie Tainio.“Back over my knee, you naughty girl.” The. She was like 5’6″, reddish hair, perfectly styled to her face, fair skin, blue eyes and a sweet smile. I would guess she weighed in at about 125 with no fat and a shape other women surely envy. There were times I would be home and often got a glance up her dress as she pulled it over her knees while sitting there on the couch with Becky. She saw me looking a few times and came back with a quick smile letting me know she knew that I had seen up her dress. A few times, while Becky had her eyes on.