We waited.My husband quickly tucked his fingers under my waistband and began expertly stroking my outer pussy lips, pinching them together and rubbing...them around my sensitized clit. I slid down in my seat and spread my legs giving him my unspoken permission to begin fingering me in earnest. As his fingers slid in and out of my steaming hot pussy, both of us watched the door. No one was home. Now that I aroused and my pussy was flooded with my self-lube, this game grew tiresome; I wanted some. Lucy wanted a spanking from Mrs. Hatton as her leaving present.Although Lucy, like most of the other girls in 13 HDY loved Helen Downey, their Form Mistress, she was nervous about asking Miss Downey to administer her leaving spanking. Helen had proved herself to be a strict disciplinarian, on a level with the hardest teachers, such as Leonie MacKintosh, the Head of PE or Nicola Smith, the Deputy Head of Year Thirteen and Head of Maths. Helen Downey’s spankings had reduced some of the harder. So her hymen wasn't an issue. I kind of felt relieved by that, to be honest. I buried my finger to the hilt and then I gave it to her hard and fast, like a piston in a race car, and she about went nuts. Her eyes were closed and her face was all scrunched up, her brow deeply furrowed. She bounced up and down as well as she could manage, straining for every inch of my finger:"Two please, TWO!" I brought my one finger out and switched to my two longer fingers and dove into her steaming hot. I made myself one ofthose stick on name tags and grabbed a cup of coffee. I looked aroundfor a bit then I heard a voice call out my name and turned to seesomeone coming towards me."Oh my God Beth! I am so glad you came!" she said as she gave me a hug.She took a step back and added. "You look fabulous!" I ah, thank you." You don't know who I am, do you? Its me, Karen." She must have seenfrom the confused look on my face that I still didn't know so shewhispered, "Kevin, your stock broker." Oh my.