The training she received from El Coronel kicked in and she gave herself over to it – years of non-stop training in bare handed fighting and weapons.... Years for her to come to love the man behind the stern expression. This love is what pushed her on and gave her the will to live. Her love of God and her love for El Coronel. The addict pulled herself along the ground with hands and feet, cackling like a hyena and spitting blood from a cut in her mouth. Mary snapped out a low kick but the other. ” Mrs. Howe shot up and her hands flew to her bottom and rubbed. She could not see properly through her tears but was conscious of Mrs. Denver going and sitting behind her desk. She looked up at the 42 year old and said, “Please don’t lie again Mrs. Howe. The punishment will be more severe next time if you do. Now get dressed and report to Charlotte.” Mrs. Howe quickly stepped in to her knickers, but gasped as she tried to ease them on to her very sore bottom. “Do it,” Mrs. Denver said sternly. When I finished my glass of water I stood up and walked to the kitchen and thanked her, I then asked for her husband, and if their was any possibility that he could give me a ride home. She mentioned that he had left very early in the morning due to work related issues. Since he owned his own business in a neighboring city he would be extremely busy during the following weeks; therefore he wasn't available. She noticed I was disappointed, she asked if I wanted to join her for breakfast and then. I promise I wont tell anyone. The woman flicked out a manicured nail, and, without warning, began running it around the tip of my already aroused nipples. I released a gasp and clenched my eyes shut, trying to suppress the urge to moan. You dont really want me to stop, do you? she said, poking my nipple so that it was momentarily lower than my breast. I tried so hard not to moan from the pleasure of this touch to my stimulated tit. She surveyed my body once more, giving me an all-too-knowing.