He went to her back pack, and emptied her side pocket. There were some sex toys there, hand cuffs, her collar, a leash and a ring gag.He picked up the...ring gag and the collar, with the dangling dog tags.--- "Dog slut." --- he read the writing on the tag --- "I agree."The placed the ring gag between her lips and fastened it behind her head. He then wrapped the collar around her neck, and attached a leash to it. He then tied the leash to a low bush, and stood over her.She looked at him, and then. It wasn't rank or anything. Instead, I enjoyed a vague mixture of Speed Stick and muskiness. I liked it.I reached for Rich's cock, gently grasping it with my left hand. That's when he stirred. His eyes squinted open. He looked at me, smiled, and pulled my face toward his. He kissed me softly. "Thank you," he whispered."For what?" I whispered back."Thanks for taking my mail," he smiled. He lifted his wrist to glance at his watch. "Do you have class this morning?" Not until 11," I responded."Same. "Jane! Don't you dare join these two in doing me down. I may love them, but they keep kicking me in the pants." Only in the rear, darling. What is in the front of your pants has value for us ladies."Jane was amused. "He is like the curate's egg, then: 'good in parts'?" Not quite, Jane," Tom was quick to point out. "The curate's egg story implies that the egg was bad all the way through, and the curate was afraid to say so to his host the bishop, so used the phrase. It comes from a cartoon in. His finger slides easily into her cunt, “not a virgin” thinks the Master.Then moving to her bottom hole , another easy insertion, very good, as Tina bends over slightly, Mr and Mrs Brown don’t even notice. They wouldn’t care in any case.Mr Brown uses the cane on his pretty wife’s bottom regularly anyway, its simply not a problem.Outside the girls are doing physical exercise, completely nude and Mrs Brown is just wishing it were her applying for a place in this delightful school.All the girls.