My other pets gathered around, reaching out to lightly stroke her arms, back or hair. They didn’t know why she was punished; they were just offering...support to their sister for the pain in her heart that made her feel she needed it.Her sobs slowed, and then finally stopped. “Thank you Master, I’m sorry I was so afraid. That was part of the lesson wasn’t it? My fear of looking weak and crying out in front of the group and my fear that caused this, until I get over the fear, the pain will. I myself had a magnificent antique punishment frame. Made of ash wood, adjustable beight and rather sturdy. But more later. I explained that the girl would either be required to remove her own knickers or the teacher would do it. I rather preferred to do the job myself. I often 'forgot' to return the knickers of especially pretty girls, and had quite a collection. Even from some of their mums...Once the girl was bent over and her skirt pinned up by the teacher, I explained that the teacher. “Fuck yeah babe, that feels good, you’re so fucking tight,” he said through gritted teeth, putting his hands on my hips, lifting me up and down. “Aww babe, I love the feel of your dick inside me. Feels so good, and I can never get enough,” I spoke back, and I moved my hips up and down, back and forth. His dick was hitting all the right spots inside me so I sped up. Riding his cock like my life depended on it, I felt the tell tale signs. “Oooh fuck, I…I’m going to come,” I shouted and screamed. Then she shook her head. “No way.”“Yup, she's a regular.”“There's no fucking way,” Stefani groaned. “My mother?”“She's been here a few times with Carmelita,” I told her. “She's in there, naked, just eager to be 'massaged.'” Stefani's jaw dropped. “I know.”My girlfriend shook her head. “Surely she recognized you.”“She's blindfolded,” I said. “I guess it's her thing. Not seeing who's massaging her.”“Probably thinks it doesn't make it cheating or homosexuality or something,” muttered Stefani. Then.