She came down on me and stayed there wiggling her ass side to side. “Oh Mark that feels so good. Give your mamma a good fucking ride” We were soon...in rhythm fucking to beat the band. She reached down to play with her clit as I was pounding the warmth of her insides.She kept telling me “Harder, Faster, Deep, Faster” I did my best to please her. “Oh Mark, that is so good. You are doing fine. Oh Yeah right there. Don't stop baby. Yeah right there, Oh My Gawd, Oh Yeah right there. Baby. She came. In the back of the cab she took the seat with the back to the driver, her companion said I am going a fair distance and need to get there would it be ok for me to be dropped off first, and I will cover your fare as well. Ok she said sounds good to me. She realised her skirt had ridden up a little when she got into the cab, and her black lace stocking tops were showing. Apparently he had noticed judging by the bulge in his trousers he was trying to conceal al of a sudden she was so turned on it. She looked rather sexy, standing there in her towel. Still, the question was asked. “What, in the punishment room?” “Of course,” Helen replied, thinking she could hardly refuse now. The punishment room was next to the changing rooms. Any girls attending had to get changed into their gym wear: short-sleeved vest top, bra, regulation knickers, a gym skirt and short socks. The skirt and knickers were taken off in the punishment room and put back on when they left. Anyone in the changing rooms knew. She feels strangely proud that her body is such a prized object, something that Megan has never felt before but now wants the feeling to last. However, a phrase from Miss Caitlin had finally begun to sink in – that her own mother was to see her humiliating first night. Horror-struck, Megan sits up as she feels the warm glow fade away, making her look like a pale imitation. She tries to speak but no words come out, prompting a small giggle from Becky. “Aww is our little Megan too shy to speak.