“Stephanie, I’ve been around you for, what, four or five years now,” she continued. “I’ve known Jill for a couple of years but I still think... we know each other pretty well. I can see just from how you’re standing that you’re comfortable around Travis. You’re not tense; you’re not defensive. You aren’t worried that someone might say something that will make its way to the Internet. It’s like he’s been around us for years.”Stephanie frowned slightly but Jill nodded. I had learned long before that. Leading up to the trip we were doing the usual thing of talking dirty while fucking. We would make up stories of fucking other people while we fucked. Each of us adding to the story as the other would catch their breath or have to stop taking to utter a groan or scream. The scenario that sent us both over the edge was one where she would meet somebody in the hotel bar, bring him back to her room and call me and tell me where she was, that she was going to fuck somebody she just picked up and. Anyway, you headmistresses can try any of the implements you like whilst you students watch and see the effect they have."Mrs Heaton smiled at the students, adding, “I have to say they will all help improve your behaviour somewhat.”Mrs Heaton always enjoyed explaining the relative benefits of each implement and when she swished the horsewhips most of the students cringed.Mrs Heaton continued, “So, as I said, to help I have these two not so willing helpers, but helpers nevertheless. You will see. God damn it, I really need to pass this level. Please, later. I pouted and went up to our bedroom. I flopped out on to the bed and stared at the ceiling brainstorming an idea. I did a quick once-over in the mirror for a final check. My hair was down, falling behind my shoulders. My eyes lined black and my lips painted red, I looked down to my body where I wore a black corset, cinched at the waist pushing my breasts up. I wore thigh-high black stockings with lace sewn to the top of it and two.