I often ended up with a sore neck.Ann was another story entirely. I laid her back on that rough blanket, lifted her skirt up around her waist, and sli... her panties down, leaving them looped around one ankle. Ann's pussy was a lovely sight, as always. A trimmed, pretty little V of hair on top, but a smooth, pink, hairless little pussy. Her firm smooth thighs were like a picture frame around that little bud, and I kicked myself for not having thought of eating her myself. What a treasure.I began. While Martin was being done Henry was led by by Betty on his wayto an open dryer. Henry's hair, a color matching Martin's was set in aclassic brick pattern on medium size mag rollers covered by a black net.He stopped to talk to Martin, "Oh Marty you look amazing how is yourfirst perm going?" Betty interjected, "He was a perfect client Henry andwe had him wrapped and processing fairly quickly." "You know Henry Iwill be doing your first perm very soon." "Yes," replied Henry, "I can'twait to. From the front you could see the wicked whip marks on the sides of her big boobs, the ones I had inflicted.The two female teachers pulled her over to the caning bench. they fastened her wrists to the rings, allowing her to grip the rings if needed.You could see the results of yesterdays flogging all over Rosie's bum and down her thighs.Some whip marks up her delicate inner thighs too, from her pussy whipping.Her fully pussy lips gaped open, pushed back by her stance over the bench. A nest of. I don’t want you to go.’ His tone of voice upset her and she just sat back, completely astonished at his anger. Suddenly, she wasn’t sure if marrying him was the right thing to do. His advent into her life had been pretty quick and she realized that many of the things that she had done before had been cut off. Her time with the children became less, she hardly saw Martin and she missed the morning tea breaks that she had with Lisa. Jean-Claude seemed to control everything. Was that what she.