” She opened a bulky folder and ran her finger down a list of names. “Yes, here's his sheet with a lot of history. But in the photo, he looks quit... the charmer.”“If he's caned hard from the word go that might just do the trick.”“And it will keep Mr. Jenkins nice and busy. Right, Alan, I'll see if I can get that organised. Young Master Briggs can look forward to a very sore bottom...”oOo“Ah, Johnson. I wasn't expecting to see you.” He looked up from perusing the files on the new intake expected. He's half your age. Act yours.The self-recrimination didn't keep her eyes from drifting back to his muscled body as he carried the new television to the entertainment center and sat it down. When he knelt down to deal with the cables, she fanned her suddenly very warm face. A moment later, she tugged at the neck of her sweater to fan her chest as well.Regina's thoughts drifted back to one of the most disturbing and embarrassing moments of her life - one that she'd never spoken of. It was an. I was idly stroking her nipple with my thumb. She pushed her tit further into my hand. I smiled across at Nancy and she winked back at me. The Cat sucked in her breath a little and I could see Nancy's hand stroking her stomach under the covers. The Cat didn't seem to be objecting to what our hands were doing so I got my forefinger in on the action on her nipple. Now instead of a little flipping, it was being rolled gently.There was a gradual building up of tension going on and it was like Nancy. As they walked to the dance floor, I enjoyed watching Ana’s hips swaying to the music.After a few songs, they came and sat down by me; again I was introduced as “just a good friend”. While we all were having some drinks, I watched Ana pushing the hand of this guy down between her spread thighs and then slid it up to her soaking wet pussy. As this guy was obviously fingering her, Anita stared at me with a very big smile on her slutty face. They whispered to each other and again they went.