She still remembered it. The oppressive heat of the small, dark room. The buzz of the flickering single bulb overhead the ambience to the sounds of we... sucking and soft moans. The way the concrete bit painfully into her knees. The taste and hardness of his eager penis as it punched into the back of her throat. The smell of their sweat and desire, and the rank, damp odor of the bathroom. It had been shameful, wrong. A mistake made by too much sun, alcohol, and misplaced lust. And yet, just. It would have made him feel the same way. He was a planner like her as well. He was also several steps ahead of Karen.He had watched vicariously with awe as Karen’s dominant desires started to emerge. This woman that looked so much like his ex-wife was taking charge of Betty and her family. It was primarily because of seeds he had planted.If he had hovered and micro-managed things, she would have realized he was planting those seeds and grew suspicious of his motivations. His ex-wife had done. Pointing with the cane she ordered, "Put your head on the bed and your bottom in the air," an instruction to which Roger complied.She was very close to cumming as she stood behind him and tapped the cane against his rear before raising it and slashing it down, THWACK!Roger had never felt a cane stroke before but he very soon felt a second, third and fourth one. He groaned and twisted as the sting radiated through his body and the hugely turned on Maneka then delivered two more rapid. The girls watched in fascination as his cock continued to throb and drool for some time as if it were animated by some lewd, invisible puppet masterThe matron stepped forward and announced, "There will be a short intermission. You may talk quietly among yourselves or relieve yourselves in the stalls behind you. Don't forget to drink, there is more water in the front. Do not leave the room or you will not be accepted into the scholarship program."Some of the girls who had been fucked recover.