I stood about two feet from her. “Abby, I’m not just sure that there isn’t something here that I need to work on just hold still.” I sto...d like an idiot not seeing it coming at all. She reached out as she had a dozen or more times and seemed to adjust the folds of gauze between my legs. Then the side of her fingers were brushing MY folds and were easing forward and back, forward and back under the material. I felt that familiar flush through my body. My knees seemed to weaken. I put my. Watching a cute brother and his equally cute sister making out with each other as they lie naked on your bed would get anyone’s motor running regardless of who owns the bed in question.I was just thankful it was mine.I sped up faster and faster until she could no longer lock lips and the breathing got heavier and heavier and her short moan became little screams. Of pleasure. And with a few final hard thrust I pushed her into her second, and final, orgasm of the day. This only gave me reason to. Back inthe sunlight that streamed down on St Peter?s Square. Pieter confided inJanine, ?I?m not sure this is getting anywhere yet.? She shook herhead. ?No, the artists take little interest in the models apart from peering atthem when they are painting or fucking them when they?re not.? Pieter wassometimes affronted by Janine?s language but he didn?t disagree with heranalysis. They walked together slowly. ?I think we should try the addressesthat Victorine and Leo gave us,? Pieter said. ?If. Simon, paddle my ass," sobbed the defeated teacher.How many swats do you think you deserve Mrs. C.?"Don't make me do this. Just get it over with." How Many Mrs. C.?"One', said the embarrassed teacher."I think three is more in order but since you said one we will make it four. Count each one Mrs. C."SWAT"One" shouted Mary.SWAT"TWO" cried the tied kneeling teacher. There was no escape.SWAT"THREE" screamed the sobbing teacher. Her ass was on fire. "Please Ms. Simon no more."SWAT"FOUR" wailed Mary.