Just as they were about to seat themselves, the Sergeant Major moved up and blocked them. He gently but firmly directed them back one pew. I could see...Schnell’s ex-wife hiss an argument at him, but it was pretty pointless, the man didn’t get to his rank by giving in to anyone. Looking more than a little peeved, they moved back.The world completely stopped making sense about three minutes later.A long black limousine pulled up to the main chapel steps, almost soundless.They got out, walked. This time it was a full open, tongue in his mouth kiss. The warmth of her breasts through her tee had been erotic. In her bra the feeling was electric and he was so stimulated that he felt he might have an orgasm before they even got to intercourse.Her left hand moved to the zipper on his pants. Gently she unzipped him, moved her hand inside his underwear, and started running her thumb and forefinger along the top and bottom of his penis. Her gentle touch and the warmth of her soft hand on his. My cock aching for her to continue but I needed control. I needed to be the reason she finished. “Baby,” I hold her down on my cock with one arm around her waist and one hand cupping her face, my thumb on her lip. I smile as she tries to fight my control, “stop it,” I demand holding her tight. She lets out a whine, I can feel her cunt pulsing on my dick. I kiss her pushing my tongue in her mouth, pulling away briefly, biting her lip. “Please,” she begs as she tries to grind her hips on me. Fuck. Everything was fine. Melissa reluctantly accepted it, lifted her skirt and took her regulation white school knickers down. Joanne had taken her over her knee and slapped her bottom hard, admittedly, as hard as she physically could. Still, Melissa seemed fine. Joanne Wilson gave her twelve with the slipper and at this point, Melissa began to mouth off at her. How she didn’t care. How Joanne was a kinky slut. How she probably did this to her boyfriend.That had made her snap. The Head Girl was.