..... OUCH," squealed Debbie as the sting percolated within her. This perhaps, wasn’t the hardest of strokes and as another stroke of similar force ...anded on her bottom, Debbie wondered if the remainder of her caning would be at this more tolerable level.Mrs. Davenport though, had been caning girls’ bottoms for many years and if Debbie had any thoughts of a lenient finale to her caning, the wily, old Headmistress certainly had other ideas. As the next stroke landed across the upper portion of. She fully appreciated how lucky she had been to be born in the USA, to be born to fairly wealthy parents, to be born beautiful, to be born with the best body in her school, to be born smart; she knew all of that and she did sometimes giggle and say “Jackpot!” to her self. However Kelly also knew that the rest was up to her and she fully intended to make sure that her coin tilted and landed on “heads”. Whatever the odds against her, Kelly was determined to succeed, that’s the American dream.. Not in a million years could I have then have imagined words like these leaving the lips of such a woman, let alone her surrendering herself to Jess and me so readily.It was a moment of perfection. I could not envisage a time that would outshine this one.I did not want to spoil the things by parting the girls, no matter how briefly, but a man has needs too. I began to plot how I could transfer this set up to the bed. Jess could carry on between Hannah's bum cheeks while Hannah sucked my cock.So. Everyone had them, no one could fix them for good, and whenever they did get fixed, three more came up to take its place. Whether it was rampaging goblins, warring nobles, or kidnapping bandits, there was always something causing problems. But it isn't all bad, where some people see problems others can see profit, so wherever you see a farm overrun by orcs you can bet your ass there's someone right behind with a sword and a bounty letter. Some people call them heroes, others call them.