All that'sgoing on here are the same routine day after day. The female labours are atall time ordered what to do and how to do it, and are immediately...strickenby the whip if they don't do it. She begins to freeze. In the desert it gets cold at night. It's forbiddento look up, except when ordered, so she make stolen glances to the sites, whenshe feels the matrons are not to near her. She sees nothing but naked womenglistering of sweat, standing in tight rows to both sites. Except for. So i said to her ''why don't we go to a bedroom?''we went to a bedroom,i turned her back on my and throw her on the wall and started massagging her ass and pussy under her dress with my hard cock...i felt that under those pantyhose she didn't wear anything and so i could feel her wet pussy begging for fucking ripped off her dress and ripped her pantyhose between the legs so i couild fuck her... but before i put my head between her legs and started licking her clit and finger fucking her very. A more forceful “No!” shot from my lips as I felt his hand start to pull my panties over my buttocks. The downward motion of my panties stopped however he continued to maintain a firm grip on the material. “Miss Alexander, if you are to maintain strict discipline in your class it is important that you understand that punishments are not optional. Now, if you wish to continue in what I am sure will be a very successful teaching career you will stop squirming and allow me to bare your bottom.”. Ian had got away with his attitude with the previous manager because he had liked Ian, he could be funny in a slightly sexist way and his cocky manner went over well with the lads in the office but not with her. Carol was in her 40s, gym fit, hair pulled back, always dressed in fitted business suits and as Ian described her behind her back a bull dyke. She was not amused or impressed by this man child just cruising through his day. She had complained of his attitude, his attendance, lateness.