Jenkins was always very helpful. She wasn’t mean at all. If any of her students, mostly the boys, needed discipline, she normally sent them to the o...fice. She would normally warn you a few times. One day, me and my friend Cassie, were talking in class. Mrs. Jenkins kept warning us to stop! At lunch, she came over and told us to straighten up that we were being disruptive. After lunch, me and Cassie, continued to chat. We thought we were being quiet but Mrs. Jenkins wasn’t happy about it.. As I did this, Bill put his hand on my thigh, instinctively I spread my legs a little. Bill pushed his hand in the gap between the buttons on my dress, his hand was in my thigh above my sticking top. I put my hand back on Bill’s prick as he moved his hand up between my legs and started rubbing my fanny. “You’re fucking soaking,” he said to me. “And you’re poker stiff,” I replied as I got my hand further in his pocket and stroked his shaft.“I’m going to fuck you, come on, drink your coffee,. We were all at the condo, sitting around allegedly dueling, but mostly wasting time. The condo community's transformer had blown taking everyone's central air conditioning with it. The windows were open but there was no breeze and we were wearing as little as possible to remain decently covered. Joey was sitting in my lap, Anzu was in Honda's, Ryou was playing his koto while Otogi was trying to cuddle with him on the futon, and Mutou was teasing the rest of us relentlessly. There was a knock at. Anna was led to the area where her husband had been restrained now for some time. She saw him bound as he was, and made eye contact with him briefly. Her heart ached to see him brought down so low, but she could also feel that her arousal was overriding everything. Master Mark was leading her to the same area, with a leash attached to the collar that was keeping her standing tall; her bare breast was thrust out, forced out by the sleeve that bound her arms together behind her back. She noticed.