She had brought an extra duppatta with her to cover up her body. . She had done a sensible job. She carefully put the duppatta on her body in such way...that they covered her breasts and as if that she was wearing it. One little end portion of duppatta she gave it to me. Now I understood that why she brought it. So that no one can understand what was going on inside the covered area and I can also do my job very finely. Slowly she adjusted herself and put her hands inside the duppatta and did. I listened, discreetly, until I heard her say, amusement in her voice, "My husband is the Skipper. He'd take a very dim view of me with any other man." He desisted and Grace, later, told me the story."I keep telling you you're attractive, Grace," was my comment."Well, I have to say it made me feel quite good," she said, "not that I got the impression he was that fussy."We got under way on time, and sailed off the quay. With the moderate westerly wind, it was easy enough. We were going so well I. The mistress reattached the cuffs and clipped them to a hook on the floor behind her back. Of all the degrading positions she had experienced that night, Andrea felt the most vulnerable here. She was spread open, hands pinned down, her breasts were falling towards her chin, and she was muted by her ball gag. To make matters worse, the head mistress emerged from the corner carrying a Magic Wand. Andrea tilted her head upward and watched her lay it on her clit and secure it by wrapping Saran. . look at the time...”********** The only thing on Ross’s mind was Adèle and her sister. French class could not come quick enough... but first he had to get through a double maths lesson. The forty-minute French period was just before lunch... perfect for what Ross had in mind.The French lesson went slowly for the eager teenager... but for the young teacher in front of the class it passed way too fast. When the bell went signalling lunch break the class noisily rose from their seats, made their.