I want you to do as you're told. Do you understand?"To my surprise, I did. "Yes, Miss Ford," I replied, nodding."Then lie down over my lap," she said ...oftly, patting her knees with her fingers. Breathing quickly, barely able to believe what was happening, I stepped across the room to where she sat. Then I bent my knees and lowered myself down, stretching my body out over her knees, reaching my hands across and placing my palms flat on the hard floor. I shuffled forward until I felt her hand on. Still, I was soon looking at the walls and seeing sets of instructions about not talking or dawdling, just like the school I teach at but more clinical.It was only when I got close to the classroom I realised all the others were holding the hairbrush, the loop around their wrist. I had brought my behaviour card but then I remembered the papers and that I was also supposed to have the hairbrush with me but had left it on the bed. I panicked and turned around to go back and almost knocked another. I moaned as she spread her fingers apart and pressed them into my flesh. “Ummf,” I groaned, well muffled by the gag. She held my breasts and leaned to my face to kiss my hot cheeks. Her soft lips left traces of moisture and she planted numerous loving kisses on my face. I put my hands on her sides, feeling her warm breath on my nipples. She clamped her fingers around the buds and blew on my breasts, causing me grow wet between my legs. I closed my eyes as she tweaked my nipples and began to. He had somehow become involved in a discussion about cars and the mechanics involved in fixing them, largely because of the work he'd put in with his father over a four year period restoring a 1949 M.G to its original condition including its original colour British racing green. This work had being done at a large garage on the outskirts of Tunbridge Wells. The discussion had taken place with a young father after his wife had announced she was taking their young daughter to bed. The young.