Taylor nearly two years to arrange it, due to various reasons, but that Saturday evening I was going to face my ex-English Mistress, Mrs. Sylvia Davie..., who did have a genuine reason to punish me, stretching back over four years. Added to that, an additional surprise visitor was to be Mrs. Natalie Bolton, the extremely tall and slim, blonde-haired Drama Mistress.I had not had anything to do with the lady with the extremely long blonde hair since my first year at the school, over six years ago. I shook those thoughts from my mind as I was tapped on the shoulder by someone, turning I was greeted by a friendly face form my days at Foulstone and get chatting, but I was distracted, my eyes kept going back to look at Ms. McMillan as we talked and laughed about old times.Ms. McMillan was gone when I looked again after finishing my chat with Joanne; I was a little disappointed not to see her there but reasoned that she must have gone off chatting to someone else while my attention was off. I think he passed out while I was shaving his ass crack. Katy watched the entire procedure with glassy eyes and parted lips. When I finally cleaned him off, my handling of his privates had given him half a hardon that stuck obscenely out of his naked crotch.I took Katy off to one side and whispered my plans for the next part to her. She could hardly contain herself and kept rubbing her thighs together as if trying to bring herself off. She nodded eagerly when I asked her if she was ok with what. The first sign of anything unusual was an odd, ticklish feeling on theskin of his legs and then crotch and butt. The ticklish feeling went uphis torso and to the top of his head but Bart didn't pay any attention toit. His Kid Flash uniform, while fantastically stretchy and nearlyindestructible, was also very thin and not great insulation. His primarysource of warmth was his own physical exertion. Bart figured it must be abreeze, that's all.But the ticklish feeling went on and on. If Bart had.