“And to happy endings.”Kate looked at me a moment longer than strictly necessary before answering.“Or beginnings, maybe.”Did I imagine it or w...s there a bit of a tease in the way she said it? I leant towards her, just an inch, unsure if I was doing the right thing. Kate, too, leant forward fractionally.That was my cue. My pulse began to race as we both leant in to each other. I gently brushed Kate’s lips with mine, still looking at her. I felt her move as she put her glass down. I did the same. He gleefully explained all about the traditional photograph of the school's alumni and how they had annual pictures that stretched back from this latest one, to the inception of photography.Angela Shaw stood in the second row, third in from the left. The pretty grade nine student in the school colours. She was little taller than a lot of the other fourteen year olds in her class but more beautiful than them all. Her beaming smile although forced for the camera, was bright enough to put the rest. I wanted to feel a bare bottom spanking! When he was done, he stood her up. “Thank you, Master,” she said, her faced flushed. She came over to where I was standing and took my hand. “Come on, Kymburli. I need your help to bring the chest from the bedroom.” She had a sparkle in her eye. I followed behind her, but looked back to see him watching us. “Krystenah. Why are you naked?” I asked when we got to the bedroom. She led me over to a steamer trunk and gestured for me to pick up the handle on. Stacy’s own fingers found her clit without conscious thought. Her cunt drooled over her hand and the first touch of her finger was an electric shock that made her cry out in blissful agony. She had never experienced submission and humiliation so complete. Watching her boyfriend’s complete lust unleashed on the other woman was the hottest thing she had ever seen.With a final few slams, Mike buried himself to the hilt inside Rebecca’s body and let out a frenzied sound that Stacy had never made.