Tonight was the first rehearsal that the actors couldn’t stop and ask for help on lines; they had to ‘muddle through’ unless somebody went fubar... and our director Marcus didn’t like fubars.My first scene was coming. I went out on cue and remembered all my lines – listening for my cues and thinking about the song I have coming up, ‘Something’s Coming’.’ Now ... the strings do this staccato rhythm that I have to come in just right to:TONY“Who knows? There’ssomething due any day,I will know right. Take your trousers down...... now your underpants...... why have you got a stiff cock?.... what were you doing in MY classroom....... I'm going to cane you......... you're getting a severe thrashing.... BEND OVER....... the cane swishes through the air and lands WHACKKKKKKK! in the centre of his arse............. he gets a dozen after which his backside is covered in red stripes..... but he still has his stiffy when he shuffles back towards me with his pants round his ankles.......... later I. Slowly, slowly he made his way up, teasing her, wanting her to beg him to go further. Brenda's bristling, coarse pubic hair tickled his nose as his tongue found her soft folds of skin. He licked her moist center and the delicious smell of her sex was intoxicating to him as usual, wonderfully musky.Brenda's head moved back and forth as he teased her sensitive nub with his lips, teeth, and tongue. She began to moan and twist, holding onto his head to keep him in place. He had his hands underneath. Some were wearing strangeoutfits. One of the women was wearing a dog collar around her neck and the other woman had the chain tied around her waist and carried a riding crop. Every so often she would smack the crop against the woman's ass that was wearing the collar. Sherry never saw the woman flinch as a particular nasty smack came across her left ass cheek. Sherry had asked the woman if she wanted something to drink, but she just shook her head no. Whatever floats your boat, Sherry thought.