. again. “When you were kissing my...”“Pussy”, I finished for her.“Yes, you were making love to my pussy, and it was good. It was very, very...good.”She looked at me smiling at her and smiled back. Her eyes were still glazed but the fires of lust were dimming. And she was relaxed, not seeming to care that she was standing, beautiful, with her nearly pale skin, in the nude right in front of me.“Your hair is so soft, so nice to touch, so nice to feel under my fingers.” I spoke softly as we looked. Fuller.” Layla Pope eyed her worst student as she pushed a copy of ‘Great Expectations’ across her desk.Her pupil picked the paperback up with his massive hands and grimaced. His hands, she thought, were the only reason he was here. Mr. Fuller, she was told by Coach Chrispin, was enrolled in community college for the sole purpose of playing football. If he played well enough, he’d go play for a bigger program at a university. His education it seemed was just a hurdle to bigger and brighter. The latest stripe just started to redden, and Deanna drew back her arm to plant another stripe. She felt a deepening of her earlier arousal as the cane made its journey to the young man's bottom. "Owwwowww!" He shook his head wildly, unable to shake off the pain. As the pain began to intensify he thought to himself, how am I going to be able to take forty eight of these strokes? Deanna stepped back as Angie moved in and applied several sprays of salt water to the young man's bottom. The effect. Sara watches her as she chats with those sat close as if holding court, jealous not to be one of the chosen few, seething to see that bitch Vicky Meadows smiling as Bev shows her travel snaps from her two weeks in Vietnam.Bev has turned and seen Sara watching. Their eyes meet. Sara senses Bev disengaging from those around her, momentarily holding her gaze. She gives an intimate, knowing smile, one that a parent might bestow a sad child. It is enough to banish all of Sara's concerns. It is the.