He had no idea of what size she was. In his personal history, bra size had never come up. If a girl bared them, he concentrated on touching them as mu...h as possible, not asking things like, "By the way, what size are your knockers?"So he didn't know if she was a C cup, or a D cup or a quadruple Q cup, and to be honest, he didn't care. They looked luscious, and firm, and he wanted to rub his nose between them.Then, the second time she called him over, the nipples were exposed. He was already. Worse, when she broke one of the more important rules such as curfew she would also have to bend over and grasp hold of the seat of the chair knowing that she was going to receive several strokes, at least, of the cane.Second, there was Linda, the forty-one-year-old girlfriend of her mum, Sandra. She and Emma’s mum had a very loving relationship but Sandra was not very good at dealing with Linda’s argumentative attitude and lack of taking responsibility. However, Emma made up for that and,. “And then lift your skirt out of the way and bend right over the table – hold on to the other side and then do not move. Do you understand me, Fiona?” Amelia Marks licked her lips.“Yes Miss.” The sixteen-year-old replied before slowly beginning to carry out her teacher’s instructions.The girl carefully removed her light grey blazer which she placed on the back of one of the padded chairs that were tucked in under the table. Slowly, and nervously, she lifted her grey school skirt, revealing her. My eyes flew open as I reached out for him. "Nooooo! Please Joe. Don't stop. Not now. You've made me so fucking horny. I'll die if you leave me this way." I tried pulling him back down to me but I didn't have the strength. "I'm not going to leave you until you're totally satisfied in every way, Linda. I promise." I watched as he rose slowly from between my trembling thighs. The bulge in the crotch of his tight cutoffs told me that he wanted me as much as I wanted and needed him. He did leave me.