”“It's okay,” she shrugged. “I don't mind. I...I want to be his. He's the only man that's ever stood up to me. I can be his wife, too.”“Th...t's the stupidest reason to be his wife,” I groaned.“I'm fine with it.”“Quiet,” I hissed at Rex, even as my subconscious whispered, She has lactating breasts. I want to taste her milk. I want to take her to bed and suckle on her big tits.“I want to be his,” Sarah said, growing more confident.“Fine,” I whispered, my eyes drifting down to those tits. I. She knew that she was quite close to tears. The two minutes ended and Mrs Surridge ordered, “Right, ladies. Get up and bend over and grab a chair. I want to see your bottoms nicely presented. Legs apart, tummies down, and bottoms out.” Miss Castle knew she had so often given that instruction herself to the schoolgirls in her charge when she was about to cane them. It seemed bizarre that the same order was being given to her. Worse than that even was that the woman who was going to cane her was. Kim's face fell. She pushed off my desk and began robotically heading for the door."Kim!" I shouted after her, but she was already gone. I heard the door to her room slam. I swore under my breath. My eyes went back to the scene on the screen. For a moment I tilted my head as my male brain considered finishing off what I'd started, now that I finally had a moment to myself. Cursing myself for being such a caring brother, I angrily closed my browser down and stood up from my chair."Kim?" I called. As I get excited from watching it my breath quickens, my flesh warms and I start playing with my wet pussy as I watch him stroke his BBC seductively. He has the thickest, most beautiful cock I've ever seen.As my excitement level raises, I worry less and less if the men and women in the room can hear me play with myself because I'm so horny. If I'm honest with myself, I acknowledge that I'm also a bit of an exhibitionist. So the idea of someone watching me pleasure myself excites me further. .