Mr. Banks came to the door and greeted me, handing me a rum and coke. Im glad you came, Vic. We went into the living room. Jill Banks was sitting in a...chair. She was wearing a very nice dress. Mrs. Banks was also fifty. She was not a beauty but not a dog either. She was five three and weighed about 160. She had large breasts that her bras had to work hard to keep in shape. She gave me a big smile and said Hi Vic. After a couple minutes of talk that did not mean anything, Jill looked at me and. One afternoon 4 of was at his apartment watching cricket. One of the guys had to go out with his girl friend. We were teasing him and he left. Other friend also had some work at his home and so he left. I didn’t have anything to do, so stay there watching the match. We started cuddling, he was holding me. He was taking pics of us. I was making funny faces and cute faces to the camera. Then we started kissing.We already had sex once when we had gone to Goa for a trip with friends. It was only. The sounds of sex all around you, you began to drift off, letting the sensations take hold of you. The pain as your nipples were clamped just added to the sensations sending you closer to the edge & as the women beside you began to moan loudly as there orgasms coursed through their bodies, the woman at your crotch pushed 2 fingers into your tight asshole & sent you over the edge. You moaned deeply, your muscles gripping the fingers tightly as you tried to push against them to prolong the. This was madness; I was now 37 years old and had done most sexual things a red-blooded woman can do over the years; including oral, anal and a couple of threesomes but nothing ever took me to the heights that my masturbation had done after each of Mr Skinner’s canings! It was 4.20 when the secretary finally answered the phone and smirked, “The Headmaster will see you now.” ‘Did she know why I was here?’ I thought, ‘perhaps he caned her too; she looked as if she would enjoy that sort of.