Skirts, whether they were pencil skirts or looser, flowing pleated or circle skirts, were hemmed just above the knee, or lower, and dresses were at le...st long-sleeved skater dresses, if not shirtdresses or something more formal. Her blouses were an extravagance, usually silk, charmeuse or satin, or some other fine material, but cleavage was never more than two buttons from her throat, though it did make the material she wore strain a bit to contain her ample bosom. Tessa’s girls were firm,. She strained against her bonds, only starting to relax when her lungfull of air forced an end to her scream of pain. She gasped and started sobbing, her vision clouding from the tears forming in her eyes. The tawse flew against her again, and she screamed again, her muscles tightening. His next stroke was against her right inner thigh, wrapping from the front almost all the way to her bottom. Her screams were now briefer now, mixed in with sobbing. He struck next at her left inner thigh. He. ‘May I whisper?’ I asked, feeling for the vulnerability of the moment. You smiled, allowing me for the first time, deep into your space, your scent, so personal. I moved in. I hesitated, smelling your neck, your hair, allowing my lips to touch your ear as I whispered: ‘Is your pussy very wet my love?’ I waited, letting our skin encounter each other in my slow retreat, noticing the wrinkles in your neck that betrayed the youth, which you had so skillfully retained in your appearance and image.. ”She took my hand in hers, and softly kissed it. I saw tears welling up in her eyes.“Thank you for allowing me to do this,” she continued. She slowly dropped her gaze from mine as if she needed to find courage somewhere. “I fell in love with you the day you moved into my room.”Astonished, I pulled her into my arms. I was still naked, but I didn’t care. Chantelle and her camera freed me from any inhibitions. I wanted her to be part of my new found freedom. I kissed her wet eyes, her pointy nose.