The Head Girl flicked her long dark hair back behind her right ear before looking over at Becky and Miss Downey. She smiled, raised her right hand in ...he air and brought it down a second later with a muffled ”smack!”Rachel Hatton had been a regular recipient of corporal punishment during her time at St. Katherine’s School, both from teachers and the Prefects alike. She showed no reaction to that first slap, even if she felt it connect with the centre of her bottom. She looked down at the dark. Within 3 seconds, I had a hand exploring my hole in the dark, checking for tightness and lubrication. In one swift move, the hand was lifted and the plum headed cock started to probe for my warm opening. When the cock found it, It just slipped right in, a round, thick headed cockhead that started to frantically massage my insides, making me moan and arch my back to take more of it in. He slipped in to the balls, and made me clench and relax to accommodate that thick meat. The owner of the cock. ONe of them shouted. "How about a dance?"The entire group gathered around Cindi as I watched, powerlessCindi shook her head no as they kept insistingFrom behind me someone turned on a boom box and the crowd got more insistentCind tried to appease them by dancing slowly"Yeah, that's more like it"Cindi kept goingONe of the gals came up to Cindi from behind and wrapped her arms arund her. The crowd cheeredShe kissed Cindi on the neck and pulled Cindi's tank top off, Her bra was exposedCindi looked. .I awake not entirely rested, shower and go down to breakfast. Marco is not there and neither is Beppe. The young girl from reception tells us when the pony and cart is to leave for the village, and I go to fetch my paints and pad. I dress in a flowing skirt, loose blouse and take my wide brimmed hat, packing sunblock too. The pony and cart are decked out with flowers and rattles off along the uneven road down to the village.The village is even prettier than the pictures in the tourist.