When she was done, she took some clothes from her dresser and let the towel fall to the floor. She wasnt the least bit shy, and with a body like hers,...I couldnt blame her. At 16, Sara had already filled out in all the right places. She was 5 8, with well-toned legs that led to a heart-shaped ass. Her shimmering blond hair flowed more than halfway down her back. She was a carbon copy of Angie, a real-life Barbie. My pussy started to tingle and I couldnt help but stare. I had to admit, if only to. One of those with a sloping lid, a ceramic ink pot let into the top and an attached bench seat. Lying casually on top of the office desk were a leather soled slipper, a long crook handled school cane and my leather tawse which I'd left behind for future use after my last visit.I strolled back into the master bedroom and roughly grabbed her arm and hauled her off the bed and dragged her into the 'classroom'. I told her to stand in front of the desk and I went round and sat on the chair and. Maybe it was the feeling of the silk orthe fact I hadn't had sex for a while, I was definitely feeling hornyand I couldn't drop off. Laying there a small mad thought started tocreep it's way into my mind. If I was going to say "Sayonara" toCharlie tomorrow, it wouldn't matter if I gave him something toremember me by. Don't be stupid, I told myself, he doesn't want youthat way otherwise he would have made it clear already. Then, live forthe moment, take a risk, you've got nothing to lose, never. Finally, when everyone gathered, we all went up and closed the roof door. We kept the door key away from everyone’s reach. Boys were wearing either short or lower along with a destroyed t-shirt.Some girls wore a top with a skirt, some wore with lower like myself. And so we wore kurti and leggings. The only rule was no tearing of clothes was allowed.It started with boys v/s girls as usual. We target a particular person and drench him or her in colors. In the process, after two girls and one boy,.