.and so the following morning,Sharon made her way to the school-she was both frightened and excited about her forthcoming caning!12 strokes!on the bar...!in front of the whole class!but she was not popular in school-they all looked coldly at her and wouldn't speak,this effected Sharon's concentration in class-so,she decided by this act of public 'penance' that she was just a pupil like them!subject to Mr Nzama's strict Swazi discipline,Mr Nzama started as usual with morning prayers-afterwards he. Imogene wiggled her hips and moaned around my cock, eager for the toy. I gripped her brown hair, holding tight as my wife lined up. It was an incredible delight to witness. I ached to share my secretary with my wife, my dick throbbing in Imogene's hot, wet mouth.My wife lined up at her cunt.She thrust forward.Linda's tits heaved as her crotch smacked against Imogene's rump. My secretary moaned about my cock. My chair creaked. My heart pounded in my chest as the girl bobbed her head, working. I thought she was going to help me but instead she took the belt off my husband and whipped me as well. My husband used the opportunity to turn me over, face upend tearing the tank top off me. They resumed their whipping across my breasts and stomach. My body was one big ball of stinging pain. My breasts began to turn purple from the continuous beating."No more, please." I begged, unable to take anymore. "Get down and suck"I knelt down in front of Pete and took his cock in my mouth. I couldn't. ’ The sexiness of your whisper tells me what your want and desire as I start to notice the sweet aroma of your pussy filling the air. I stand you back up as I get on my knees, kissing down your stomach. I linger a little longer than you’d hoped for but then you feel my hands tracing up your legs. You fall back into the wall with a distinctive thud that most likely didn’t go unnoticed. My hands now half way up your silky legs have become more firm. What was once my finger tips have now become.