Finally, after what seems like long minutes—though couldn't possibly be longer than one—Mr. Smith sets down his pen, closes his book, and looks up...at her. The sensation she gets when their gazes lock feels a lot like vertigo, she reckons, as she tries to calm her breathing. Mr. Smith isn't wearing his glasses, and she feels like she's being pinned to a table as his pale eyes bore through her. "Miss Dawson," he says, and the way her name drips from his tongue like molten caramel and honey sets. A small elephant then entered and began to rubher with its trunk,sucking her breasts and between her legs before mountingher. I heard her gasp with pleasure as it entered. But with a gigantic animallike an elephant she'd cum and pant for a while when just the tip of the gianterection was in. As the act proceeded, there'd be both pain and pleasure andfinally the girl would literally be fucked to death in front of the spectatorswhen the whole length of the excited animal slid fully inside. I. She felt my pussy too and I was really wet."Can I lick your tits?" she asked."Yes," I replied.She pulled down my bra and took a nipple in her mouth. Her tongue rotated around it. She switched to the other and it was just as delicious."Shall I lick yours?" I asked."Mm," she said.She took off her bra and threw it on the floor and laid down on the bed. Her soft tits flowed out to the side. I lifted them up and took turns licking the nipples.She moaned quite loudly and said, "This is the first time. "No Mistress…" Was my reply, in a very quiet voice.She then said I should count for her.The first swat of the stick broke through the air and it felt like a horse whip had just hit my ass. It stung hard and I barely could mumble:''One, Mistress."She swatted me until I counted out twenty hits. My ass was on fire.I was ordered to get down on my knees. My Mistress got closer and she grabbed my head by the neck. She put my face close to her mound and I could feel the heat and her woman’s scent.