His mouth sealed hers in a wet, hungry kiss that left her panting for air. Without warning, he brought the riding crop down hard on her vulnerable pu...sy, devouring her scream with his mouth. Releasing her hair, he rained a quick volley of strikes onto her turgid clit, making it poke out further from its protective hood. Jenny’s hips bucked, as she tried to escape the sting of the crop. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she begged for mercy, knowing that until she said the safe word, Master. Perps is short for perpetrator and a line-up is where they bring in the perps along with other people and you are asked to select the perps from the many choices standing next to each other in a line. Do you feel like you can identify the perps?"I knew I could but I had a grave concern, "Yes sir, I can easily identify them. However, if they see me identify them will they not want retribution against me?"The police man laughed, "Sorry once more, I forgot to mention you will be behind a one way. I wonder where she got them."And these are mine... and these.. and I forgot all about these!"I knew I was in a lot of trouble as Aunt Carmen rummaged through my panty collection, but I couldn't take my eyes off the luscious turquoise panties she still held in her hand. In spite of myself I could feel my cock hardening as Aunt Carmen held up each pair of lovely underpants.Aunt Carmen saw I was getting excited and laughed aloud."Well Jeremy Darling, you certainly like pretty panties. At least you. “Anyone?” A hand confidently rose from the middle of the classroom. “Semiotics means the interpreter of signs. It’s the idea that all our actions, our facial expressions, even the clothes we wear are signs that are a part of communication,” Jenny smiled and winked at me, like the wink I had given her when we first met. For the last three weeks, Jenny Walsh had shown up to class five minutes early each day and had been perfectly prepared. At first, the class, and I do mean the entire class, had.