"So, we don't have alot of time, so I'll ask the question simply. Who would you liketo have sex with." And thats when it hit me, the sexy voice from t...e phone call earlier!But she was here, in my classroom, right infront of me. How, why? Did they trace myphone, but if so, why? Are they that desprite for clients? So I asked. "What are you doing here," I asked. She giggled, but then her face turned serious, "I said we don't have alot of time, Ineed you answer right now." . "Peter, please... I'm going to... cum... if you don't..." she panted quietly. She didn't want the driver to hear her but she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. Peter smiled and turned the device up to Level 4 and set the vibrations to pulsing. This was almost more than she could bear and he watched her eyes close and the sweat pour from her forehead. Finally, she could take no more."Peter please, may I cum? I can't hold it anymore! Please, baby please may I cum?" she asked. He had told. “Ok. Just don’t tell my parents.” “Tom, what does your Dad punish you with?” “A Scottish tawse.” “Go and get it.” I went to my Dad’s office and returned a few minutes later with a tawse that had been in the family for multiple generations. It was made of heavy leather hide and was about 18” long including the handle , 2’ wide and ¼ inch thick. It had obviously see a lot of use. I handed it to Sandi who swished it in the air a number of times and said “This should work nicely.” “How. She started at the base, very lightly pulling up some of the lube that had dripped down my dick. She continued lightly playing with my cock, which was torture after how rock solid I had been all morning. Unexpectedly, she grabbed and squeezed my balls, causing me to moan loudly – the vibrations of my voice clearly to her pleasure. She continued roughly playing with my balls, enjoying the feeling that the noises of pleasure/pain my mouth were making on her pussy and ass. She started massaging my.