The three Year Twelve girls quickly walked over to the far corner of Nancy’s office and removed their uniforms – piling their grey blazers, grey s...irts and navy blue school knickers on the table and leaving their black school shoes under her table, before standing by the door.Once she was ready, Nancy Halliday smiled at Rachel Whitley, who sat back in the comfortable leather chair. The twenty-three-year-old had witnessed several wallopings that Nancy had administered to members of her classes. I glanced down and both still were acting asleep.My penis was throbbing, and I had no clue what to do. Do I stop them and tell their mother? Do I see where this goes? Katy was nearly inches away, but couldn’t see a thing, as her daughters were fondling me.I was caught in quite the predicament. Lana began rubbing and cupping my balls. I hadn’t had any action in months and it felt amazing. She slide her fingers below my balls on my gouch. Sandra grasped my bulge and squeezed as she was slowly. I wanted to throw up from anger and frustration. I couldn’t believe I was being molested on the first night of my new life. His tongue and finally broken free of the protective folds of my labia and had found a way inside my vagina. I felt him enter me, swiveling his invasive tongue in and out, in and out, lapping up my womanly juices, coveting what was not his. His speed increased inside of me, filling me at an even faster tempo, in and out, in and out, while grinding his bumpy tongue against. The buttons that followed revealed her soft belly. After the last button, she dropped her hands to her sides, she was revealed yet concealed to his view. She could see his eyes scanning her body, the smile on his face told her that it was okay that they were there together. He stepped forward and reached under her blouse at the shoulders, releasing her blouse from her arms and helping it drop to the floor behind her. She stood there as he stepped closer and reached around her, finding the.