There was one like it in every classroom and they all contained the same things, a slipper, a long wooden ruler and a paddle. Alison reached in and p...cked up the slipper, a thick soled size twelve. She brought it over and handed it to me. “Now back into position” I ordered. Alison resignedly slid herself over my lap once more, trying to ignore the throb of my erection. “Now then, let’s see. I think twenty whacks for the vodka and another ten for trying to get out of punishment. You will. We just keep on bumping into each other; don't we?" he said softly."How are you Sam? The world does seem to be shrinking on us; doesn't it?"He stepped forward and she jumped back. He frowned at her."I said that I'd shut down my computer so that you can look at it," he told her, as he moved past her and over to his desk."That won't be necessary Mr Reynolds ... if you could just come out of any programmes that you may have left running ... I can get the computer to tell me everything that I need. His makeup was done in very natural soft pinks, exceptfor the touch of pink glitter on his eye lids behind his now thicklashes."So what do you think, Mrs. Watkins?" said Mandy, coming in with Faithas they were now dressed in their cheerleader outfits, as they noticedhis stunned look.He could taste the watermelon lips gloss as he licked his lips, but wasreally distracted watching his hair bounce on his every little move. Itwas not odd to see his medium brown colored brunette hair pulledstraight. Now he was catching a drop that had run down just to the spot between my two holes. He checked the consistency and smell by rubbing the discharge between thumb and pointer and holding them to his nose. My own juice was always clear, oily and with the taste of horniness, as he keeps calling it. I could feel the sap running down to my butt hole. My husband was watching mesmerized. He started to rub the dripping secretion with his fingers all over my vulva, slapping it so we could both feel the.