There was also a 4-inch tear under my right arm that left a gaping and noticeable hole even with my arm at my side. You could clearly see that I wasn�...�t wearing a bra as skin showed where my bra strap would have been.My skirt wasn’t much better. What I thought was a small rip actually was much worse. There was a slit up the entire left side of my skirt that went right to the waistband. I would have to be careful how I walked.I must have looked a sight as we left the house and headed for my. Jennifer shrieked out loud and clenched her palm tightly. I glanced up and noticed Angela's face flush and heard her intake of breath at the stroke. 'The other hand Jennifer', and once again the same sequence except that now Jennifer stood there with tears in her eyes and both hands clasped under her armpits and Angela was breathing rather heavily. 'Bend Over Jennifer' I ordered, picking up the tawse from my desk. 'Matron' would you be so kind as to. Still ignoring her presence, I stood up and turned towards the building where the restrooms where locating. Seeing the crowd I said out loud but as if thinking out loud, Shit, that line will take forever. Ill just go piss behind a tree. With that I started for one of the walking trails that headed into the surrounding woods. Sure enough, though trying to stay far enough back not to be noticed, the girl followed. She wanted at look at the rest of what she had seen. I didnt go far into the woods. But when she remembered how Mr. Wilson’s hand had crept underneath her skirt, his fingers and palm fondling their way up her stocking, then across her bare thigh, and finally touching her and pressing into her slit, she felt herself moistening again. Now she knew what she had needed for the past two years. She needed to feed on and be fed strange cock. She pressed her panties into her slit and rubbed them against her pussy, making sure that her scent would be strong on them. He seemed to like.