Her knees bent and feet flat against the examination table, she felt Dr. Tavistock pull down her stockings and lift and fold back the many layers of h...r clothing. Thank goodness the wide crinoline was on the way out.She felt a distinct waft of cool air against her inner thighs, as well as her nether regions. She felt tense and nervous. Her wretched husband was the only man thus far to see her nakedness. She felt intensely vulnerable. The only way she could calm herself was to try and retreat. So this time she landed both strokes on that spot on Miss Johnson's legs, which brought even louder cries from the gym mistress. Miss Johnson wailed with the pain but still managed to cling onto the chair and stay in position. She knew that the caning was over and could now enjoy the way that the stinging engulfed her bottom and spread quivers through her pussy lips and deep into her vagina. She started to squeeze her thighs together to try to intensify her upcoming orgasm. Gemma saw that Miss. She still enjoyed the occasions that I took her forcefully, and truthfully, so did I.At about the same time that my father gave me Girl to use and learn from, I noticed that he started being even more open with his use of my mother. I remember the first time that I saw them having sex. I was walking to the kitchen to get a drink, and I passed through the living room. There, over the arm of the couch, was my mother, naked. Behind her was my father, pounding his cock into her. She looked up when. The carriage was empty as it was early morning.I checked the locking mechanism which showed the toilet as open and empty, so I pressed the button, and it opened.I saw some articles of clothing, but being a tad desperate for a pee, I stepped inside, looking at the close door button, in my desperation to close the door, and it started immediately, as did I, raising my dress and hooking my thumbs into my panties.Wearing suspenders and stockings and pulling my panties down as I turned, my eyes on.