L was the heaviest, No. 2 medium and No. 3 relatively light, but even the lightest rod was of the thickness and weight of a standard school cane - so,...no laughing matter. The No. l was a real brute which could raise a weal over a quarter of an inch wide. I’d seen it done.“What’s Maureen doing here?” enquired Miss Ramon.“Failure to please a guest,” replied Mason.“That’s surprising, in view of her experience.”“Yes, I agree, but there you are. Must take a guest’s word.”“Of course. What’s she. "Urgently, she grasped his head and jammed his face right into her mound. She ground furiously on his face and then gasped loudly. ”Ahhhh, mmm.” I presumed she’d come because, gradually, she stopped rotating her hips and her breathing slowed. After a few moments, she pushed Sam away and got to her feet. "Thanks Sam, that was lovely,” she said, reaching down for her panties. She pulled them up, brushed off her skirt and said, "See ya." And she left.Yikes! I was so horny but I could only jerk my. Ten minutes to go, and suddenly we all had to stand up again.“GOOD AFTERNOON, FATHER!”I guess he got tired of waiting, too.“Good afternoon, class,” he said. “Be seated. Sister, may I speak with Miss Purple privately?”“Certainly. Miss Purple, would you go with Father Ransom, please?”“No,” I said.“I beg your pardon?”“No, Sister.”“Stand up, young lady ... When a priest asks to speak to you, you go with him, and gratefully. Do you understand?”“No, Sister.”“Get yourself into that corridor as fast as. She stood up and smiled at me. “You have been so nice to me, plying me with drinks. Let me return the favour.” My mouth dropped open. I looked at the bar. It was closing. Cindy saw the bar was closing as well. “There is a mini bar in my room. Can I trust you?” “Of course,” I said. Too quickly perhaps? “Yes, of course,” I repeated trying a sincere tone of voice which I think I pulled off. It worked. “OK. I’m on the third floor.” Cindy waited for me to stand up. I was still looking up at her in.