The headmaster brought his cane down with even greater force for the sixth stroke, catching a moment when her leg was lowered and her bottom back in p...sition. Anna's feet stamped furiously, twisting her bottom first this way and then the other as she half raised her chest from the table, giving vent to what Priscilla thought was the most ghastly shriek she had ever heard. But her hands still clung desperately to the edge of the table.The headmaster lowered his cane and simply stood there,. "Shut up, you'll spoil my groove," Lakam whispered. "Now, don't you be panicking," Lakam said in a calmer voice. "This isjust a bad dream for you. You'll go to sleep in a little while and whenyou wake up all of this will have just vanished like it never was," hepaused. "If there's anyone else in the flat with you, nod your head."The woman didn't nod. I wondered why she hadn't screamed. "That's good," Lakam said, oddly soothingly. "Now you go to your bedroomand close the door. You can work on. Smiling, she leaned back against the desk and opened her legs, still rubbing herself as she did so. Mr. Hood positioned his cock at her entrance, but only after rubbing it up and down her slit. He pushed, and Mrs. Miller's smile broadened."All right, class," she said, her voice a little higher than usual, "you saw what you have to do. We'll be around to check on things in a few minutes."Sammi undid Jack Thompson's belt and shoved his pants down. His cock sprang out at her. She began to massage. I was shocked and my heart was pounding. They were incredible...but I needed to stay professional as hard as it was and how hard you were secretly making me. My hands immediately started rubbing and squeezing them. They felt so perfect in my hands, as if they were meant to be held by me. I realized I had already spent five minutes on them and tried to bring myself back to reality by deciding to move on. I headed back down to your thighs, then your knees, calves, and finally feet. As I worked.