I feel Ruth react with an even harder grip on my head with her thighs. Her salty blood is flooding freely into my mouth now, and mixing with her pussy...juices on my tongue. Despite feeling lightheaded from my lack of air, I realize that this is the last sensation of taste I will ever have. Yet I cannot ever remember tasting anything so utterly divine!With only moments of consciousness left to me, and perhaps only scant moments beyond that of life, I begin to gnaw on her clit more seriously now,. "I'll come back to you!" threatened the headmistress.She checked the other books and then said to me. "We can't let standards slip Mr Bates. We have to be firm to be kind." Then she sat down on a chair and ordered the "bad" pupil to stand on a chair which she had placed before her and face the class. She then gave her a good telling off and told her to turn her back to the class. I sat back, fascinated in my horror - waiting for what would come. Mrs Strickland then lifted the skirt of the girl. I walked past lots of men and was enjoying knowing I was so close and almost exposed. I queued up at the busy ice cream van near the Volks station to get a cooling ice cream. It excited me to know that I am standing so close to so many people and that I was completely naked under my towel. The wind picked up occasionally, lifting the corner of my towel causing a nice cooling feeling between my legs. I sometimes needed to hold my towel down as not to reveal too much to the world in such a busy. Seven fifteen. Okay she was coming over around seven thirty. Finished showering seven oclock, final touches on dinner seven ten. Everything staying warm in the oven, champagne breathing; good to go. Then a knock on the door. It's unlike her to be early he thought as he answered the door. It wasn't her, well not his fiancée Jennifer anyway. It was Fiona looking drop dead gorgeous (as usual) in a slinky black cocktail dress (which was not) that had a décolletage that almost went.