"I'll try, Miss," I said hoarsely. My cock was as hard as iron again. "You will do better than that," she said massaging me firmly. "Next time I want...you to CANE ME. Hard! Understand?" "Yes, Miss," I whispered, delivering another load of sticky cream into her hand. It had been almost a week since that encounter and she just behaved as normal, not even the slightest acknowledgement of that glorious session in the quarry. As the class filed out of the room she suddenly beckoned me to her desk. Who is she?" Another cried out."It's Bella." One cried out. "Bella Zhnitkoff , the chemist's daughter!"Bella had left the village three years ago, first to Vienna, then to Paris and finally arriving in London. She'd found a good job and periodically sent money home. The chemist said she had a job showing visitors around town. She was an escort. They did wonder how she'd come to know London so quickly, but it really didn't matter as long as the money came regularly.After she'd visited her father. “I wouldn’t mind getting out of this awful ‘Uniform B’”.“Well, that’s easily arranged,” offered the handyman, reaching for the maid.“What, here, in the kitchen?” she laughed back at him.“Like you’ve never done it in the kitchen?” he came back. He began to unzip his pants.“What if someone opens the door?” she protested.“Go in the pantry, you two. No one will be touring there,” interjected Phoebe, chuckling.“Great!” said Tony. Taking Jeanine by the arm, he steered her towards a small side room.. I found that I didn't have to help at all unless I just wanted to. I could kick my brain in neutral and go along for the ride. The rub was, I still felt every damned bit of it, so when he ran me til my legs felt on fire they really felt like they were on fire to me.It wasn't all that much fun just being a mental passenger in my body while someone else made it work, so after an hour or so of pouting I took control again. I must have been an awfully bad boy at some point in my life because.