Count each one Mrs. C."SWAT"One" shouted Mary.SWAT"TWO" cried the tied kneeling teacher. There was no escape.SWAT"THREE" screamed the sobbing teacher....Her ass was on fire. "Please Ms. Simon no more."SWAT"FOUR" wailed Mary as her ass quivered.Lisa again used the dowel rod to turn Mary back over so that she was now sitting painfully on her hot red ass. "What is this Mrs. C.?" asked Lisa as she slide her finger into her teachers very wet slit. "Do you like having your ass paddled?"The humiliated. He would leave if he knew that she had sex with a female. He’s macho Jon and has to be boss-cocky, always on top and always in control.”I laughed inside at what she said thinking if only she knew. I had entered her as we talked but there was little contact. It was like putting a broom handle into a bucket. I pulled out and as I did so felt her hand around my cock. She was directing me southward and I knew what she wanted.My head was now at her rear entrance and she was pulling me forward with. "Clearly she thought I'd been hooking. I was about to open my mouth and do what would have been damage, when I paused and looked down at what they were talking about. I saw the cum droplets on my leg from the rushed de-sheathing my fuck-friend had done. There were eight or nine large cumglobs, now sliding down my black stockings, and glowing purple in the black light of the club. As I computed what Mary said about kicking me out- temporarily- I also noticed a BUNCH of other stains glowing in. I met with Craig the next day and discussed the rolling billboard Idea. He had safety or timing concerns depending on whether we wanted to wrap the truck or paint the truck to have the advertising. He thought that we needed some tests, and I tended to agree with that assessment. It would be a good idea to test them before we hired anyone. I'd still want to move forward even if we had to paint the trucks, but it would take longer, and besides, we would have to make the contracts longer to recoup.