The girl was moaning in ecstasy, she was loving it. Dave moved to her nipples, the harder he smacked them the harder they became. Then the girl shook ...er head and managed to utter, huh! ur! through her ball gag. Dave took this to mean he should stop.He walked further round the room to a pummel horse, the kind of thing you see in gymnasiums that people vault over. Again a girl was strapped to it, belly down. Her arms and legs were chained to the bottom of each of the four legs. She was. It came to a head after about two months, her most vehement critic spouting off in front of Pops one morning. By now Pops was fed up with the whole argument. Maybe some women wouldn’t be any good at the job, but they hadn’t applied. Emily had and she was damn good at it now. ‘Ken, just shut up. If you think you can do better than Emily, we’ll arrange a contest. We’ve got this ‘Banksman’ training at ten on Saturday. We’ll all come in early, before nine, and we’ll see who’s the quickest. I’ve got. Then as Melody lay, waiting, Tracy began to lick at her thighs and quim. Gentle soft licks and kisses, probing into the folds of red flesh with her tongue, lapping at her sex bud, caressing her fanny as only another woman knows how. Slowly Melody began to respond to the treatment, edging her bottom back towards the tongue as it dipped into her scented sticky hole. Taking one of Melody's hands Tracy began to play with the flaps of skin with the other girl’s fingers, at the same time continuing. After seven minutes he'd march down the row of desks to hers. She'd take the paper from him and dismiss him back to his seat with a wave of her slender hand. He would watch her as she graded the paper. Then suddenly she would get up from her desk and go to the black board and begin writing instructions for her next class. Her chalk would break in mid-stroke and fall slowly to the floor bursting into three pieces. She'd looked down at it irritated and then step back to her desk rummaging around.