Miss Wilson saw the look of surprise on Emma‘s face and ordered, “Okay, Peyton, close the door and come and stand in front of the desk.”Emma was...suddenly nervous because she was expecting Miss Hargreaves to be there and for her to cane Miss Hargreaves. That clearly wouldn’t happen if Miss Wilson was deputising for her, which would mean that she would be the one to get the twelve strokes, and that would be particularly bad because she purposely earned the caning simply to be able to cane Miss. There are certain things I want you to do which you might be nervous about doing. But I think the money I pay you will make up for any uncertainty you have about doing those things. When I ask you to do something I expect you to do it immediately without questioning me. Is that understood Wendy?”Wendy was just coming back to earth from thinking about all the money she was going to earn. “Yes Miss West, I understand.” She said, now slightly nervous. “What would you like me to do?”“Wendy, I. I thought my dick would explode and I moved over to adjust the camera to make sure it was getting everything."That was different..." Heather responded in a more husky voice than before the kiss."MMmmm"...now her head went back as Nan had apparently made slight contact with the girls panty clad clit. Heather reached up with one hand to Nan's other breast and with her right hand began to move between my wife's thighs. Nan responded by kissing Heather on her neck and behind her ear eliciting. But you know she’s crazy about you, yeh?’ That was nice to hear, and I had the notion of prolonging the moment. While she pulled her breeches on I fished a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge that stood by the door and opened them. We stood leaning on the fence overlooking the field side by side, a picture of domestic bliss. I drew deeply on my bottle. Why did cold beer feel so good after vigorous sex? ‘God, this beer’s good,’ said Jasmine. ‘Or perhaps it’s just because you’ve just fucked.