Annette found her man. He had Peter, who strangely was suffering from shyness, with him."Darling, I'd like you to meet my old headmistress, Helen Ridl...y. Helen this is Harry." Helen, how nice to meet you," he said smiling broadly. "I think 'old' is a bit out of order."Helen smiled back. "Someone who appreciates the more mature woman." Her smile turned wicked. "Am I allowed to give one of my favourite pupil's fiancé a kiss? I'll try not to be too sexy." Yes!" said Annette emphatically.It was. Screaming, Chris struggled as his mother continued to spank him. THWACK! CRACK! SMACK! Harder and harder, she hit him, getting more and more into it as he sobbed and struggled, pleading with her to stop, crying out that he would be good. But she was far too into her task to allow it to stop, turning his ass bright red seemed to be the best punishment.When her hand started to tingle, she finally stopped, noticing that she had most certainly turned his ass to a bright red color. His bare, red ass. She held her demeaning position until the master commanded that they move to the bathroom to clean up in preparation for going out.Naidu washed and dried the master sensuously but without trying to bring him to climax. Once he was dry, she kissed the head of his penis and an act of submission, remaining on her knees until he instructed her to rise.He wrapped the towel around his waist and instructed Naidu to go to the vestibule and see if the clothes had arrived. There she found a mobile. After that, I noticed that once in a while when he was dealing, he would "accidently" slide a card off the table towards her way. I also realised, when he that thought no one was looking, he'd adjust himself from time to time. After a while, I decided that he'd had enough peeks for the night. Then I thought, why not one more? “Well, we'd better call it a night. It's getting late," I said. They agreed and said that we would have to play again next weekend. My friend was real quick to announce.