I lookedridiculous, but no more so than any female I had seen under the samecircumstance. Betty sat me under the dryer, then before she turned onthe ...ir she asked if I would like for her to give me a manicure whilemy hair dried."No way are you going to paint my nails, Lady."Betty giggled. "Getting a manicure doesn't mean you have to get yournails painted, silly. I have some very good male clients who getregular manicures to keep their hands looking nice -- Mayor Frost amongthem."The thought. Steam was sympathetic to the state of my bottom and agreed to the postponement of the rest of my “licks” generously until tomorrow after classes had ended.Then I would report to her classroom for the rest of my six swats of the paddle. However, I would receive two extra spanks with her paddle. She explained it was only fair to the students who had not gotten the chance for their bottoms to cool off over night and during a day’s worth of classes. Since I had been given a reprieve from further. Suzie's lips had clamped about his head with shocking gusto. Her mouth vacuumed him inside, as though he were no more than a strand of spaghetti. Next, she was busy employing his flaccid member as though it had no volition of its own.One second Hargraves' penis was compressed forward as if Suzie intended to spit it out like a peach pit. Next, the woman's tongue circled rapidly around his pliant digit, until he feared she would wrap him into a permanent curl. Then, Suzie appeared determined to. “Okay. Let’s do it together sometime.” Glancing up at me, she groped the lump in my jeans. “Are you really horny?”“Are you really sore?”“Yeah. But maybe...” Her hand moved. She rubbed me before reaching for the button. A slight struggle and it popped open. She lowered the zip and slipped her hand inside my boxers, finding and holding my erection. She squeezed, testing my state, and wrestled it out. Letting it go, she pulled my Polo shirt up exposing my stomach. What was she doing?Shuffling to.