Angela went on, "this will instill awe and fear in the boys and that will make me more successful in carrying out the program that you want me to."He ...hought for a moment before finally agreeing, "Okay, that should be no problem."Angela rose haughtily. "Show me the punishment room." Angela no longer bothered with "Sir" or "Mr. Breen". She was the school Mistress. A minor goddess.Chapter 2The 48 hours since the conversation making her mistress had passed in a blur. In a few moments the first. I insulted her about her sagging belly, I complained about how loose her cunt was, I bitched about her fat ass, I made fun of her face. After every comment, I made her apologize for letting herself go so badly. In the end, she was crying so badly that she couldn’t stand still anymore. She fell on her knees, where I spanked her for taking her hands off her tits.From there, crying on her knees in front of me, I alternated between telling her that she was an old, worn-out worthless slut, and. ..making you shiver with anticipation.You Gasp as you feel her hot wet tongue slide over the entrance to your arse..little light flicks.....sending pleasure through you.Her fingers slide inside your pussy as she licks and teases your arse....and as asked...Paul and myself start to wank over the pair of you.....watching you squirm on her face."You’re going to cum on my face you bad girl, then you’re going to ride my husband’s cock while i fuck Col and i want their cum on me.........ok sweetie?". With a bouquet of flowers in his right hand and a bottle of her favourite champagne in his left he made his way up the communal staircase. As usual he was smartly dressed, wearing dark jeans and a crisp collared shirt. He had so much respect for his hot, sparky wife who was modest and incredibly classy but also very rude and highly sexed. Maybe this time he would take her by surprise. He could whisk her off to the club and tease her all night until she was begging him to drive her home and.