As it was supposed to be a casual 30 min journey to the bus stop near my house and due to the long day I had I dozed off standing there. I don’t kno...w for how long, but I woke up with a hand near my knees, a slow rub, I looked down and it was the man seated there. He looked like he’s near his 50’s. Dark in complexion, his palms were bit rough. He gave me a wink when we made eye contact. I pushed his hand off. My uniform was kind of like a frock, on top of a shirt. The frock extended until or. Sometimes that's really the best way to look at it.Of course, I didn't know a lot of this yet. And Kelsey was still giving me weird looks."So, uhm," she said. "You. You like the pain?"I nodded solemnly. That was a bald-faced lie. I was playing with her mind, that was the simple fact."Uhm." Kelsey swallowed. "Why?"I considered that for a moment, tilting my head, looking skyward, my mouth slightly open. It was an appropriate gesture. Partially it showed that I was annoyed—so many people had asked. Looking over at Miss Therriault, Susan saw the teacher was still not quite back yet. She decided to go to work on Mrs. Henderson while Miss Therriault recovered. Waving to the plump Home Ec teacher, she motioned the older woman to come over. "I thought about this all night," Susan said to the Home Ec teacher, "and I was wondering if you would mind if you were roasted in that tall overn over there." Mrs. Henderson, who had been secretly entertaining a fantasy of being broiled in. Neither had experienced this before, but, as the cane was removed from between their legs and was rubbed from side to side across their bottom cheeks, they did think, albeit momentarily, that those strokes were highly charged and sensual.Emma knew what the women were likely to be feeling with the strokes on their wet pussies, as she said in a stern tone, “Make sure you don’t let go of the chairs before we have finished with you because that will add more additional strokes.”Mary and Betty.
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