She whispered to me 50 down just a 110 more to go.I was partly impressed with myself, the strokes came again and I felt I was able to take them better...or Mistress was being lenient. I could hear Mistress putting everything into every stroke, so I was now confused somewhat. Why was it that they didn’t hurt as much? And then I had the most weird and wonderful sensation. It was like I had left my body while it suffered. I wasn’t there, I could hear Mistress caning me, I heard her grunt, I heard. “Jump on my dick, slut,” he barked from behind. I arched my back on his body and started pumping his dick in and out of my ass. I looked around the room and saw Trudy lying on Daniel’s lap who had his dick inside one of her holes along with Robin’s dick.Trudy even had a dick in her left and her right hand. Ron had moved her face behind and was shoving her mouth. She looked like a whore bigger than me. Trudy was moaning to her heart’s content. Claire was busy making out with one of the female. Wedon't stay up much beyond 11pm- watching highlights from the gymnastics,some of which Charlotte and I try (and fail!) to recreate.Before too long, the four of us found ourselves in bed- not together,obviously, Charlotte & Keith in their bed and me and Paul in mine- andwith all the eagerness that had been beaming out of his eyes allevening, Paul quickly freed my body from the leotard that had beenclinging to it as I freed his squirming penis from his shorts andexpertly massaged it to full. The teacher, busy at her desk, had noticed nothing amiss until Robby's outburst. She looked up and saw rows upon rows of shocked, open-mouthed faces staring at the television screen and she became alarmed. What could possibly be going on? She wondered.She got up from her desk and walked around to the front of the screen, where she stood, stock-still and white-faced, as her eyes brought the picture, with all its implications, to her brain.She quickly turned the set off, to a tumultuous.