.. I got too big for them,” Wendy says, holding the hem of her blue skirt firmly against her knees. “I didn’t notice until I tried them on today... I’m sorry,” Wendy adds, holding her head down in shame.You want to fuck Ms. Smith up now, but you’re curious as to what Wendy meant by being ‘too big’ for her tights.“Up here now!” Ms. Smith yells at Wendy. You’re blood is boiling. “Bad girls get punished. You’re a woman, show some social etiquette!”You watch Wendy scurry over to Ms. Smith and be. All of them disappeared into the back of her mind as quickly as they had come, like traffic flowing past her when she was still biking to work each morning.Her thoughts lingered there for a second or two, wondered how she had not died in a couple of situations over the years before a clear moment stepped in and she noticed her body tensing up, shivering slightly in the morning cold and the relaxed, almost silent moan escaping her lips before she let two fingers dive into the warm wetness of her. I could hear her breathing matching tempo with mine. Was she frigging herself with her other hand?I got my answer a minute later as her thrilling digits pushed me over the edge. I gasped as I splashed the inside of my underwear and all over her hand. "Umm! Ahh!" she exulted, tremors going all through her body as she came in response to my pleasure. "Mmm! Uhh! Oh!" She collapsed a little into me as she lost some of her strength, pulling back as she recovered.Giving me a peck on the cheek, she. Emma looked around the room and realised it would be tight to discipline three women at the same time. However, they had a large garden with a wooden table which would work well as a caning table and with wooden chairs around it and so looked at Beatrice and said, “Let’s take this into the garden. There is more room there.”Lesley didn’t mind at all, but Josie and Sandra didn’t like the idea at all. “What about the neighbours?” Josie asked in a worried tone.Emma gave a harsh smile and replied.