It was a woman who worked as a customer service representative in his office, Margaret. She did not have an amazing body, or huge tits, or an incredib...e face. She was plain looking, a little pear shaped, with brown eyes and limp brown hair. Her jaw was a little too big and her facial features just a little too small. She had big breasts, but only because she was chubby overall, and they sagged.Terence started hanging out with her on lunch breaks as a friend. They had lots in common, enjoyed the. They assured her, the punishments were not something she would ever forget. So Sandra was on her best behaviour. "As you know, Hardonis is a privet school that specializes in teaching its students everything they may need to know in life. It is well loved by all its graduates for the sexual education it provides, and the countless assignments and opportunities students have to practice what they learn in class." Principle Lazlow explained calmly. Sandra blushed a little at the mention of the. She didnt even bother putting on underwear this morning as she had just expected to go straight downstairs for some food before a shower but was interrupted by the scene in Carlys room. With the bungee strap just below her vagina as she ground herself against his cock, she pulled Aarons hand up and pressed it against her butt cheek. She fumbled with his hand until the tip of his fingers rubbed the tiniest little hole between the two perky bulges of meat resting above each small leg. She moaned. The SS-Oberf ührer soon corrected that lack of his knowledge in the conversation."THE TRAITOR IS YOUR WIFE GRETA, VON YURT. YOUR WIFE!" Hans eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe his ears. True, Greta had said some mild things against the Nazi party, to his dismay and consternation, but traitor? Impossible! She was a loyal German. As loyal as Der F ührer, himself. She just had a funny way of showing it sometimes."Mein Oberf ührer, I don't believe... " SHUT UP, VON YURT!.