She smiled gratefully at him, as she turned back the pages. Half an hour later, Miranda was feeling more than a little bit depressed. ‘Three possibi...ities!’ she sighed in disappointment. ‘Well three is better than none… and you only need one — if it’s the right one!’ Peter encouraged. ‘You’re right Peter… I know that you’re right.’ She sighed again but this time it was resignation. ‘Okay, I’ll write a letter to each of them, and put a copy of my curriculum vitae in with them.’ ‘Have you got. Emma spanks me harder. Even harder. The quivering in my pussy intensifies. “You are so naughty, Beth,” Emma reminds me in her intolerant sounding dominant voice. I know that Emma is probably smiling as she watches the back of my head. My breathing deepens as I reply, “Harder, Emma. Spank me harder.” Emma doesn’t disappoint me as her spanks get ever harder. I cry out. The pain overcomes me. Tears fill my eyes. I let out a sob. When the next spank hits the back of my thigh I yelp and this time. "Tami, you rarely wear panties orbras. Don't you think we're fully aware of that? Now take that halter top andthat skirt off. NOW!" The shout was plainly audible to everyone despite no microphones and Tamijumped, her fingers flying to the bottom of her halter top. In frightened obedienceshe lifted the white cotton upward exposing her pierced belly button. Tearsfilled her eyes, hiding the rapt faces of the other students as the shirt baredher breasts. Two creamy mounds topped with tiny pink. Stan and Silvia met at seven that morning for their usual breakfast together at the Café. Samantha Miller had once again threatened Stanley with waitress duties if Angie failed to show. The three of them enjoyed joking with each other and speculating on how Scott and Angie's weekend had gone. With Angie coming back today Stan would have to stay at his place tonight so after leaving the Café he had decided to stop by and turn the air conditioning on so the house would be cooled off later when he.