"Then, "You, John, go to my bedroom. Wait for us."I hobbled slowly and painfully to our bedroom, fortunately able totrigger the recording system. Alic... and Matt followed me later. Istood in a corner, waiting. They came in shortly thereafter,started to undress, and linked my neck chain to one of the wallhooks that Alice had had me install. I was now immobilized, horrorstricken. It now became clear that my wife's bizarre behavior hadbeen intended to drive me away, and when that failed, the last. Ann and Nick (I discovered this was his name) travelled home on the same bus. It was about a 6 hour journey. They were on the back seat of the bus, sharing it with Nick's friend. Being students, in a festive mood after their camp, quite a bit of beer was consumed on the trip back. As the alcohol loosened inhibitions Nick started kissing and fondling Ann on the bus.She tells me she initially tried to stop him fondling her breasts (although through her T-shirt) as she was afraid they would be. Meg was in class and wondering when she would be sent for. She knew it would happen but not when. Meg felt the butterfly’s again and a strange mixture of fear and sexual excitement . Eight strokes of the cane was surely going to hurt but she had loved the cuntal and anal examination Mr Spencer had given her. At every opportunity Meg had gone to the toilet to check her panties and shit as best she could. Her knickers were slightly stained but not as badly as usual and she had taken the. You begin to bite your lip, and I begin to moan softly. I slip the straps down and unzip my dress, pulling it over my head, revealing my nakedness underneath. You are shocked to see that I am only wearing thong underwear, nothing else. I lean over to you and gently nibble on your ear, letting out tiny little sighs. I can see that you want me bad, and I can feel in my hands how bad you want me. I whisper in your ear ‘Do you want me bad? Do you want to shove your hard cock in my wet pussy?’ All.