" Betty continued as she resumed wiping her breasts with the towel."Well, you pull him back here and you'll see why." Dave took Betty by the arm and u...hered her through the door with her breasts still hanging out of her dress."Why don't I take care of that obligation right now while you gentlemen are eating?" Martha turned and seemed to flow off the seat, as soon as the door to the supply room closed behind Betty and Dave. Martha started with the man whose cock she had compared to Dave and the. I am your slut, Mistress, please punish me.? He begged incessantly. Fed up with his bull shit pleas I decided to get a little more serious.?I want you to wrap your hand around your cock and stroke it. I want you to get right to the edge of cumming and tell me when you get there.??Yes Mistress.? I listened to the feverish pumping of his hand under the labored sounds of his breathing. After only a few moments he spoke, ?I’m there.? ?You will call me MISTRESS! You nasty little gutter slut. Stop. "Just one of those freak accidents, I think. From memory, he simply fell off his push bike. Anyway" Dave continued "the school principal asked me to go if I could. Seeing that I was released from my other commitment by the principal, my parents agreed I could go, particularly as the team was being billeted by families from Bathurst High School and the train fare wasn't going to cost very much."When we arrived at Bathurst Railway Station, we were met by our billets. My billet was a boy about 17. After a few minutes, I said, “Ok, roll over so I can do your front.”“Mmm, alright,” she said. “I was enjoying that.”“So I noticed,” I said. “Now over you go.”Cathy lay on her back, her legs still apart. I knelt between them, and rubbed sunscreen onto her breasts. I massaged them slowly, gently rolling her nipples between my fingers, as I made sure they were well covered with the cream. She sighed softly as I caressed her breasts, and she wriggled slightly, moving her legs apart a little wider..