Mummy, who's Mrs Thatcher?" Mrs Thatcher? Why do you want to know?" We asked Mr Nairn if he was going to come to school dressed as a lady teacher, and...he said no because Mrs Thatcher wouldn't be pleased. He said I had to ask you who she was." Ah!" said mummy. "Mrs Thatcher is a politician, in charge of the Education Department. She stopped free school milk last year. She won't go far."After tea, I put on my Latin dance dress and mummy took me to the class, but Mrs Wilsthorpe got me and Tristram. I swirled my tongue over her clit as my finger slowly slid deeper into her arse.Dana pushed against my finger as I pumped her arse faster."Honey hold still, I have a surprise for you." Keep fucking my arse, John." I moved my finger even faster as I licked Dana's swollen pussy lips.Then I felt it, a very recognizable feeling. Joan had taken my razor and was shaving me! Dana went on sucking My cock. My tongue and finger were moving in unison. Joan was about done shaving me when my cum spewed. "The stress on the word 'you' told the others that this invite was for one person and one person only."That would please me too," Ron said smiling.Hannah smiled back and didn't even notice the frowns all the others were wearing.Around 15 minutes later, the Andersons led the parade of guests toward the house, a thin robe had been provided to each of them to get them from the garage to the house (the Andersons and Wilsons didn't bother with them, they had learned by now that you could easily get. Whenever I select this tool I recall its use when I went to school. I knew first hand exactly how much just one swipe could sting.Looking at her now the struggles had increased considerably, not even a small pretence of bravery left on her insolent face.“Right, let us begin. I intend to enjoy marking you slut, watching your skin respond to my touch and punishing you for your behaviour today. I do not appreciate your foul mouth, nor your detrimental comments about my family. I do not know how.