He took my left nipple between his fingers and twisted it lightly. I could feel him getting hard again as he rubbed his cock against my seam. I was ar...used and could do nothing about it. He inserted the point of the scissors into my nipple. I was so hungry with lust that the sensation felt pleasurable.“Very good,” he murmured.I realized that my stitches were sticky with pussy juice that had no other way to escape. He could feel my growing arousal.“Cut…it…off,” I begged through the gag.He smiled. Slowly and somewhat reluctantly, she had slid her hand into her panties. It had been even wetter than earlier. She had stroked her lips, inside her lips, her clit, her opening. She had felt very warm and floaty. Just as she was establishing a rhythm, he had then told her to go to the window. “Why,” she had asked. “For excitement,” he had said. She had known what he would ask next. She was not going to stand with a thin t-shirt and wet panties at her living room window. She had pulled on a. You're getting a severe thrashing.... BEND OVER....... the cane swishes through the air and lands WHACKKKKKKK! in the centre of his arse............. he gets a dozen after which his backside is covered in red stripes..... but he still has his stiffy when he shuffles back towards me with his pants round his ankles.......... later I rub his bum for him and then wank his cock with my left hand while attending to mine with the other!!!...................All this is happening in class??????? Yes! in. The ultra short mini skirt, light tan tonight, and a tight black lycra top. No bra, and just a thong. I’d worn a raincoat when I walked out of the house, and got into my car. The coat was in the car, so I could hardly pretend I wandered in by mistake. Fuck, and this only my second night. “And you too, but nice to see you,” I said brazening it out.“Look Wendy, would you mind not mentioning to anybody you saw me here. It wouldn’t go down well……….” He left the sentence hanging in the air.“No, no.