I pulled my shorts down and started to play with myself. My pussy was wet and my clit was so hard. I took the cum filled panties and started to rub th...m on my clit smearing my son's cum all over my pussy. Then I used my fingers to push the cum into my cunt and rubbed my clit till I orgasimed so hard I thought I was going to pass out. After that moment I could not get my son out of my mind. I thought about him all the time. I made more of a show every time I showered and he seemed to be making. A deep red line glowed beneath the skin, curving around its center, stretching almost equally across its left and right cheeks. The disconnected part of Priscilla's brain immediately recalled the almost doubled cane between the headmaster's hands and realized how such a flexible instrument must have wrapped itself around the twin spheres of Anna's bottom. Most of Priscilla's mind, however, was trying, so to speak, to wrap itself around the realization of how a caning by the headmaster was, in. By lunchtime, it seemed that every guy on the floor had been over to check out the new temp.A quiet and uneventful rest of morning, thank God, I was getting ready to go to lunch when the peace was shattered and all hell broke loose. Mercedes Man, it seemed, had discovered my artwork. He stormed down the aisle, cursing and raging and heading for one of the managerial offices. Even with the door shut, it was possible to hear his raised voice, and I felt my face redden. "It's got a bloody great. It's the worst thing to ever happen to anyone she had thought when she was home from the hospital rocking herself into a stupor of pity. Then the doorbell rang. No, she thought, peeking out around the curtain on the door. No. Not this. Not now.She had opened the door shivering, her elegant arms encircling her bountiful bosom and holding her head up trying not to collapse as she faced the two men in uniform.She doesn't remember a lot after that. She awoke this morning in her own bed and is now.