It was held up for a moment and I heard and saw his flashlight flick on. He then continued looking for weapons. He ran has hands up the back of my leg.... His hands, not gloves. Those were thrown down and now covered in a thin layer of dust. He lingered on my thighs, paying special attention to the inner thigh. I knew what was coming but I still flinched. His fingers felt the heat of my vagina through my panties. He rubbed the area a few times and grabbed my ass and squeezed. His hands continued. She had ordered some garterbelts but not during her harried shopping spree the day before. If shewanted her stockings to stay up she would have to put on the new corset, it was the only thing she had with garters at the moment.It?s easy to justify anything if you think about it long enough. Heatherwanted to try on her new shoes so she needed to put on some nylons andsince she only had thigh highs she needed a garter belt or a corset withgarters to hold them up. All of this seemed perfectly. Mr. S slowly stopped whipping Ashley, and leaned over her, making sure to grind his now raging erection into her fabric covered pussy.“Now, my little reluctant cunt, are you going to take off your underwear, or would you rather I keep whipping you?” Mr. S whispered into his petite captive’s ear. Ashley shuddered. She could feel her teacher’s cock, even through his pants! She knew she had to do what he said, pride be damned. Whimpering, she slowly reached back and pulled her white panties down. It gave me all my evenings free. I didn't have a lot of close friends. I was always too busy doing things for family. I never got out much to enjoy my life. Things were going to change.I applied for a divorce and was told it would take a few months. I wanted half our net worth and the lawyer told me it shouldn't be a problem. I told Don he could have the house and all the furnishings. Of course he had to take out a loan and pay me half the value. The only other choice I gave him was we would.